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By atia
Peace- The language politicians speak (or so I've been told) Ambrosia- Delectable dreams for those deprived Yet what the rich eat everyday Life- Oh but half a breath And what of death? Inevitable.. But who defines truth? Lies bleed every which way My subjective tears go astray And I laugh at "facts" Like houseflies really- latch on to the ones You find the least irritating And then go buzzzzzz......... Breath your objective lies Like half the world never cries More really But they don't exist We don't want them to Justice- just another word. It's all relative So where am I? Stuck somewhere in between Of what we will and will not to see If you want I'll be alive Or else I'll be another number One you're not aware of.. Honestly- By whose definition? Mine! So I dare you Define me..I don't know if this is good at all or if it created the effect I wanted. help.. Written December 25th, 2001 © on Dec 25 2001 02:24 PM PST 18 • 0 • 9
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