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I recovered from a night of bliss and love and everything a young soul could ask for.  I danced; I drank; I sang; I gasped.  I gasped at the dwindling numbers of my generation as we fight a never ending war.  As we sang “American Pie“.  As we drank Bacardi and drove aimlessly hitting children crossing the road.  We danced to the music being whispered into our ears.  And the love poured out into our wine glasses and we tipped them without care.   
We rushed the floor with gurneys and IV’s .  We laughed at the sight of HIV.  And bowed at Cancer.  And mingled with Heart Diseas
Missed Mark   
A slender arrow launched from a white bow  carrying engravings of gold and  fletched with the feathers of the Seraphs  stood at attention with it's head  buried in my chest.   
A sigh passed my lips, as Cupid's poison  flooded my senses, heart racing  nervous anticipation, thirsty;  a furnace of newly realized passions,  the pilot dying as I yanked the arrow free.   
Experience keeps me from Cupid's flights  of fancy leaving me with a content heart  an old arrow, and a hole in my shirt.
Among the horizon  
to the end of the sun  
its always in never  
known to be found in none  inside no one  lies the answer  What is it?
I'm tired of hearing Independence  Of being subject to your ignorance  Quit telling me the choice is mine  When only you determine what's benign   
You don't even hear me, let me be  Swallowed by crowds who don't even see me  I savor what you fed to me, then regurgitate  I speak with words you put in the souls you forceful create   
America, land of the caged and home of the weak!

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