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asphaltasphalt Posts: 113
Can I live my poem?
Will it be easier to imagine cartoons in my past
Instead of my parents?
Instead of life can it be a story
Words maintained for their purity
No law that deprives their meaning
To collapse within a language
Of haste and summary

Can I have a face today?
Over my t-shirt
Unshaved and yet accepted
Maybe as filth but not targeted
Can I cry?
Go home to a window that allows me to hide behind a view
Call out this city my own
So it spares me a graveyard
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