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Poem
No god I have ever known
No God that I have ever felt
No sense of myself has been left behind
I know that I won’t be left alone.
I am different than the conventional stepping stone
I am a symphony made of dirt, sweat, and mold
The door to life shut and i’m locked out on the porch alone.
When I stand in front of a choice my hands and mind become indecisive
My blood pressure drops to nothing, I go limp, and you’ll learn who you should have spent your life with.
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