a stork brought me
two doors down, they found their daughter in a cabbage patch
mr. Swenson was bought in a store
and Lilly’s parents refuse to share how she came to be
still we are all headed down the same hollow tunnel
(some running) until we see the light
in the darkness we freely love and hate
since there is no need to follow through
they’re but emotions anyway
the mind parallels the universe in it’s expanse
flowing sap through modern social veins
the only difference we can make
won’t be noticeable until it’s null
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