what can i say that my poetry hasnt said
in me the maddness of the universe
how do i begin to control
the big bang happens everyday
rippling upon my soul,
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i grew up in a nervous world
where everyday could be the last
so i lived each day as that
yesterday was only the past,
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i grew up with the promises
sweet, golden, yet never fulfilled
i worked the meaneal jobs for livin wages, only there wasnt much to live on, merely exist
from sad ghetto windows
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