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Stargazing




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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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