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jonathan penton



Teach your youth to tame
that gray beast, philosophy.
It leaps from behind.

The strong scent of piss
on the square concrete benches
makes life more worthwhile.

With nothing ahead
And nothing left behind you
Run through empty halls.

The fire stays unlit
Despite all the tricks I know.
It gutters and falls.

You know what I hate
Most about life? You cannot
scream when you want to.

The sun flickers nervously
like a weak candle.
Clouds cover it with a slap.

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