OUTSIDE OF YOUR
NATURAL BLUSH
Don't think too hard, it stresses your face;
and all those lovely lines of solace and grace
keep calling me in. I've read books before,
just like this; right to their very endings.
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Everywhere I go, there are moments bringing
things forth : the French guy in Marcus Garvey Park
calling for his dog to be leashed once more; the
two boys at the water fountain, arguing and pushing
each other for access. It was all so uncomfortable -
they were simply hot and cranky, each.
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How can we ever co-exist? Like this, to a
man, we grow so weary of each other, en masse.
A company is known by the company it keeps -
outside of your natural blush, I don't think there's
anything really right with this world.
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