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Society’s Rejected ones

Unfit for a world of carbon copy clones

Tossed aside to wilt and die

Who dictates who is given happiness?

I do to them as done to me

Reject the world made so “perfectly”

With a shaking step I stand

And reach out with a demanding hand

Grasp a version of joy you make

Unmoved by tousle, rattle, or shake

Blooming with beauty for eternity

A flower unfurls inside of me


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