I went to a friend's house.
Dazed & confuse, I remember
brief flashes of imagery.
His insane dog, art in
his sister's room, a
small basement,
and a friend who couldn't
handle the reality.
We had to leave early.
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I'm in la la land where
stars aren't in the sky--
they're walked on:
where poverty and wealth
coexist; where dreams
can happen but only
if you can afford it.
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Between hills & mountains
lays the flats.
From Kansas to still,
Kansas
Flat.
No visual stimuli--
that's whack.
I'll just be chilling
back.
In the land of mountains.
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Pretending to enjoy.
Tasting the bitterness of
lies and betrayal.
My face screams out,
"I'm happy,"
but my heart knows
they don't care.
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