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 |    13.1k views, 2xBest Poetry Period. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind. |
| It's Not Me, It's You (Nothing Personal, I'm sure) I am an ist of what I do not know There is an ism out there for me Getting a fill full of its ideology, someone else's philosophy -- and told to believe -- but have had other ideas. If I am not one of you, I am against you; or so my senses tell me believe, as a survivor within the division -- separatism that segregates my burgeoning philosophy from your unknowable ideology: hypocrisy? Who is false and who is true is something knowable from my vantage. Who's going to walk over here, stand nose to nose, order me around? No one. But now that you've distracted me, dissecting your cunning will be fun. Cunning? Conning?? 6.26.20/7.3.20 edited 9.15.24 re-edited with new ending, tighten grammar...here for a limited time. |
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