beneath
dallas beneath the weight of our mutual oppression lies a rich taste of the depth of life. 990205
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angela b e n e a t h my feet is the floor. feels cool on my toes. 990207
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emsie you make me feel like I'm beneath you, that for me to occupy even part of precious time is a gift from god. That's not how it should be... 990704
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jules you are not beneath me.
you do not know how hard this has been
you're not making it easier
i tried to make everyone happy
didn't leave any time for me
i love you
please do not put this on me
is it all fine now that he's gone?
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... utopia and distopia 041213
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olive beneath the old tile of the class room.
a mouse is sewing a patch on a hoodie.
worn by a 14 year old boy.
while the purple clock on the wall.
echos like a single freckle on a face.
nobody ever stops to listen.
even the cross hatching of a blarring. speaker.
could use a little changing around.
a wheel leaned against a fence.
with an old tennis ball in the middle.
might never change besides.
the bugs life that resides within that.
little green fuzz of a ball.
while even a piece of stratch paper under.
the chord of a computer will be there.
only a few more momments.
or a smiley face on a chalkboard.
it should be thier forever.
but beneath all that.
we know it never will be.
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