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Phrases that hinder an ebullience deep
within,
rife with struggle to attain a mass exodus
from depths
I have not yet looked to my heart and
witnessed.

Rhetoric, hollow and undeep, is the yoke we all
hope to free
But how different that would render one,
Vulnerable to a majority;
You're not tenuous to be yourself, are
you?

Ain't that typical
As if the only saviour to ridicule is to wash
our minds
clean of what comes naturally.

Not just what, but the words, the pent up
anger,
if not amour,
Oh, yes, congruence I do believe exists, it's
not a black or
white thing...

Fake, plastic (trees?), I judge not, lest I
be judged,
An honorable stance, but stand with me (on a
normal day)
I am no paragon of it's worthy lesson.

Back to the profundity because I can claim to
repel the phony
But it's a matter of supression, regression, to
likeminded
proverbial rights and wrongs.

Are they right?
No, but listen not to the likes of my
ephemeral, vagrant
ideas...

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delascabezas
The Son of the last of a long line of thinkers.
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