January 22, 2018
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Strangers cross the street
to avoid a group of misfits
eyes straining not to meet,
an icy stare breaks smiles to bits.
With skin of artwork
inky memories, preserved
and a defiant smirk
they may seem reserved,
maybe it's because
their navy blue glass soul
broke, as glass does
to darkly colored for us to control.
No fear of being condemned
Liberated from piety
black clothes adorn them,
attending the funeral of society.

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