Whatswhat
In the schools and on the streets
Love and Hate has a date to reverse itself
It’s just the class of make believe
It’s the given and the departure from why and matter
Hang on the grips of tomorrow, the laughs from yesterday, the smiles were of innocence
She couldn’t breathe, the reality of now was thoroughly scattered
The gift to you is trying to find what makes you see
The reflection in that picture has no life to survive
A lasting, a presence, a corruption of your standards
You are not the world and there is only dead air around you
I can’t commit to any rules or standards just the level of care that has no bounds, leaps nor cheers
Dusty wind, rusty rain, printed not to be read , to be greed
White flags get checkered
Give up your mind, It reserves have no bullets to change and no rights to be saved
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