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Familiarity

We're miserable people.
Taking pride in the little things.
Happy at just enough.
A nightmare from our own dreams.

We clasped the sweet nectar of poison.
Vastly into out bloodstreams.
So often that it's in my genes.
So lost from my hereditary.
---
The prominent women of my life.
Battle scarred like the warriors they are.
Sludging through the chaos of life.
A shield to wield, their war is too hard.

And i observe from afar.
On the edge, my sword permanently drawn.
Inklings scrawled across the field.
Overflooded by the temptatious swarm.
---
And this is the family i have left.
Reminisce and i can't catch my breath.
I've ran until my legs are too sore.
Addicted to survival, stepping once more.

Shaking nicotine stained fingers.
Worn like a coat of arms.
Badges met with middle fingers.
I blink and my fight still goes on.
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Where did it all happen?
Emanation before i was born.
Punches from muscles so torn.
Always working when already worn.

Rising from my malted clan.
To ask why we've lost so much.
Of victories, possessions, and touch.
Of much, it seems all at once.
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Hooded like the cobra.
Quietly in wait.
For the world to puff it's chest,
To bare my fangs.

This is all we have left.
No escape til death.
Give me the rest.
I'll be the one to change.
Written by DCLXVI_1989 (Garrett Asa Hughes)
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Familiar Rarity
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