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1/7/2015 1:31:54 PM
Critiques? I love your descriptions in this poem, the meaning I took from this poem is that love is evolution, I enjoyed the read!
1/7/2015 1:46:54 PM
I welcome your feedback! I feel sane in a mad world
How I wish to be mad like the others
I want to hide under the covers
And pretend that I am free

My logic is chaotic here
Where fear is power and kindness is rare
I have no place in such a place
This is the torment I face

I feel myself becoming distant
I want no association with this tyrant
I want no ties to dead environments
I want to thrive to not feel guilt for being alive

Because I do
Its either there's not enough food
Or not enough room
but I have both
And so many don't

Our lives and our meanings
Have become assets of greed
we are no longer the gardeners
we are the weeds
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