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About Poetry Other Exits Back to Artemisu! ______________________________________________ I cannot say. But in some way, I should. Considering the way they walked, the way they hid themselves. Flashing plastic and false smiles. Like laboratory projects, they went upon their way unaware of anything outside their own minds. A beautiful animal, and yet strikingly horrifying. Mouths open and hands outstretched. Children crying; they, they had done this. Left in the streets. She sat naked, knees placed purposefully, for those to depict while they perched on the grass waiting for a good day. Throughout all that had happened, still he clutched to his violin in hopes to make music. Buildings crumble, food wrapping sending thick smoke to sky above. And we choked on it. Mascots waved and smiled. Dusty sheep bleated, trapped in a pen elsewhere. Methane houses. A smell that reached the world, reached to a broken home in stretched neighborhoods. Art painted on concrete. Hidden words scratched in stone. A song carried from windows, they cried out in joy and sorrow. Although we suffer, we suffer together. We wrote our secrets, poignant musings, important although unknown. Our hatred born in unity. Our plastic; our separation. And through our love we find together. Myself.
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