this is… a poem this is not this is organized confusion with random spurts of clarity this is polished prose with a rhythm of its own i can’t be an activist not really they assure me because i have never held a picket sign never marched with the masses...
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random thoughts #4 seamlessly divided between love and abhorrence wonder which side i’ll fall upon when i leap from my perch suspended in mid-air swinging among the clouds
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