People talk, but
nothing is said.
Only sounds of
insecurities and
lies.
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A lonesome dirt road,
crunch of tires,
one bridge,
haunted by the past.
The battle drums echo through the valley.
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Chocaliate milk cows and lullabies,
quench a baby's thirst to cry
in remembrance of the good times, we watch Bill Nye.
Nowadays, barely anyone tries
thanks to the bright,
colorful, newpants
hodge-podge.
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Wake from your sleep,
look at the one you love,
go to school,
go to work,
sleep.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
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