Dissidence once held my hand, separating me from the mass of crazy ants that pitter pattered aimlessly amongst the crowded, lonely streets. I was shaped in divinity, transported from a world where dreams hung like balloons in the size of hangars and were bought “on the house” shedding their weight of disillusionment. my virtue, I realized, was not lost in that rose colored kiss that swam in the jar of glossy affection … my innocence was lost long ago in the desert of carnage and in the sea of waste; in those forbidden illusions that robbed me of grace. I reek now of normalcy and of tempered delight, I’ve dropped all of my belongings.
I have entered the race.
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