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    I desperately stand at the break of a new day
    as the roots of injustice entangle themselves
    around my pale, naive ankles.

    Struggling to grasp a twig of acceptance
    My youthful body falls...
    crashing into the waves of insanity.

    I fight the thickening current of hate.
    Dreading the sight of heartless souls.

    (the two-legged creatures who carelessly skip
    through an impossible rat race that has no end or reason
    for existing.)

    As my hollow bones continue to be bombarded by deadly stones
    from jealous minds

    My frantic toes finally reach the soft sand of forgiveness.

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    yasminerules commented on untitled

    11-01-2010

    I shall not forgive thee with kind or harsh words for the treason thee has caused. I count the seconds from the time I reach the hill overlooking that dreadful valley of death. This is awesome work you got here. I like it!

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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