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Antonia Fox Poem
In a perfect world 02/13/2016
What is this perfect world you speak of?
Can it truly be better than mine?
I do not understand.
This is my perfect world.
It may be bleak at times,
Death may be right around the corner.
But I have all I need,
And that's all that matters to me.
My perfect world.
Wouldn't it be great if we could all hold hands and fix it?
Turn back the clock so no one dies.
Fight the bodily fight with raised hands.
I have friends. I have a home. I have love and care.
I do not seek anymore.
This is my perfect world.
I have people I love and people I don't.
I'm sorry if you don't have that too.
I am lucky with my life.
I am sorry for my utopia.
I am sorry it's your dystopia.
Copyright © Antonia Fox | Year Posted 2016
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Can you hear the song,
Of the trees that never rest?
Maybe this world is too long,
And it's the final jest.
So I beg of you my dear,
Please run away from here.
There's no time in this land,
You'll never see me as an old man.
You have fallen into my hand,
A thousand years I've leaped and ran.
That is too long for me.
So now you'll have to see.
I begged you my dear,
To please run away from here,
But you did not heed my warning.
So now you are just falling.
You should have left me alone my dove,
Even if you were my first love.
I'll tell you my tale,
Just once before you go.
Although I appear frail,
You reap just what you sow.
Killer I am,
Killer I've been.
So now I'm trapped for eternity,
And you have just died for me.
02/24/2016
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Damn Them
Hate Them
Curse Them
What wrong
What sin
What crime
I give
Not love
Not hate
They hate
Much more
They love
Much less
They dare
I hide
I beg
They stare
Dave I
Done wrong
Not I
So good
To blame
My life
Not them
Not them
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