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as the robins were
spring cleaning
the winds of change could
be distinctly heard whistling
through every nook, cranny,
and crevice in the land.
the wisdom of the wind
and the whizzing of gunshots
echoed through his ears.
his heart was good
in a layman's sense,
but his world was collapsing
around him. his sense
of reality is widely disputed
as well... existing.
what he knows is
nothing...yesterday what was solid
is now complete mush.
yesterday. at present the term
doesn't even ring a bell.
time is intertwinned with his
proverbial world and is very much
an active member of what
we will call: team collapse.
as much as it is not a name
celebrated in neon lights
or accompanied by corporate sponsorship
it is deliberate. that is what it is.
where is the fairness in reality?
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