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 Poetry 24

Craving tastes of what is and what's come before

Bed sores from immobile covers coveting unlucky clovers

and unwed lovers

Creationism a stain upon the bedsheet

Discrete waste disposed in haste

False prophets chase the most exposed

making everyone chaste

Class stacked upon class

Cracking glass and a car alarm

Darkest wings carry dawn upon their words

and ways that everyone says is correct

But those that check send warning signs

into the dusk, overlooked

Stars burn out and no one sees what's written on the wind

No one sees skin, everyone sees sin around every corner

Everyone sees skin, unseen mothers go judged unclean

The fringes become the center, the mean, the median

Leaves symbolize cycles, is leaving the same?

How many times can you leave home?

Leave the clone alone, trying to imitate humanity

They're frantically framing it from a canted angle

Slanted cameras tell a certain truth

and two lies tangled with the first