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Can't really say much about this poem, it was just another thought as I sat in Driver's ed class, lol. Enjoy.
Submitted:Jul 8, 2009 Reads: 98 Comments: 5 Likes: 1
Real justice?
There is none.
True love?
No such thing.
These lies
Created for those;
These dreamers
In the clouds.
Never seeing
Real and true
Honesty, love.
They don't exist.
This world,
Tainted and evil,
Is cold.
'Tis always barren,
Always cruel.
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