The glitter that fell, that foiled
That felt
Is never conceived by those who glean
Equality red, relations be raw
Grasping and clutching, just let me seem?!
In less than 36 hours, I'm gonna be in my new home. Wahoo!
This is the last poem I wrote on here, I still think it's good:
Placation is a
Vacation from arduous thought that warrants
Investigation. Is this a good
Justification for the
Marginalization of the
Sensation of emotion that fuels the
Rationalization of my everyday
Immotion?
Ich werde euch wieder sehen. Tschüss Amerika.
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