Distance keeps it wronged.

There is a feeling I cannot obtain to see the world. There is a question opening my confusion. I was not invited to this world, can I leave this without any trouble? This poem is nothing but a sear observation of rain and a blink of an eye.

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Small Reaction. Small Retraction

Every night. A summer fell shorter. Every day. I felt a little awkward. There is a promise left behind. There is a reason they step aside. Black lung. Never meet the score. Hi-standard. The record to never conquer. © 2018 Lam Le, All Rights Reserved.

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Blue Sky and Worn Out Satellite

Blue has its reason to appear on the color of our skies. Darkness has its reason to take over the domination. Assets are put aside when they are no longer useful. Some people depart on their last meaningful expenditure. Left, knowing they are out of use. Died, holding on to their true selves.

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