| we're_carving_out_our_names | ||
| maria | 'round_here_we_all_look_the_same | 040202 |
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| jane | in the tree of life | 040202 |
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| sab |
carved out her history into the soft flesh of her arms for the last time tattooed_tree_rings and scar_daisies six years on |
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| the awful truth |
If Life is a tree, we're just carving out our names. If this World is a mental ward, we're the Criminally Insane. We awake from the night with fears without names and we fight wars over nothing, dont stop, just point blame. If age is wisdom, we're the greenest of the sages we just build more fences instead of break cages if life is metamorphosis, we're in between stages and races and faces beyond minimum wages beyond racists and wasted life wasted nights and wasted fights beyond lost battles welfare lines, soup kitchens and panhandles beyond all security systems because we're all safe in the home that we're given beyond all concept of "homelessness" because the home you got is the people you with |
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