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Sometimes I check
my neck to see if it’s still
Half red, half dirty
and half um
Andrew, I’m still
gonna need some
Help with that
Math
We live in an era
where
Before you even
speak an opinion
You might be
attacked
For what you have
Or don’t
How you look
What you might say
How you act
Who you love
Where you live
That you give a
damn about facts
That you empathize
with those cast
As villains in the
common narrative
Or even that you
don’t naturally fall in line
Being of your own
mind
Self-educated
Self meditated
Spiritually in
moments sublime
I lay on my back
& count the stars
listening to For
Now
Thinking on
philosophies that rhyme
Alone &
feeling fine.
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