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from the early notebook

Breathing in the scent awake,
Heads are rolling, feelings fake,
The street is rolled into a ball,
of a political, sensual fall,

The acid rain is coming down,
Disgusting words float in every town,
I can’t believe all your misfortune,
Look in the mirror, believe distortion.

shadowshining · poems by ethank