Different Minds
Grown with a poisoned mind
Dirty and loaded with rubbish
I am always prepared for a run
To disappear and to vanish
For those around who expect
Routines to adjust
Though paths are to clash
Despite blood that relates
And similar faces
Minds that are poisoned
Are loaded with rubbish
And are not to adjust
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