Disappear

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Why can’t this world just disappear

Why can’t I become a letter

A word stringed into meaning

To not be living

But breathing in a space

Which is a white page

Yellow now, with marks of fingers

Strange strange strangers

What a way to be

In this constant need to not be

Seen, felt, understood, heard

By a mindless herd

Of creative managers

Of damagers

To sanity

To clarity

Which I once claimed as mine;

A mistake so so fine.

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~insight07

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