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Leave Behind The Borderline

Why do I cry when I hear you speak?
I often wonder now if machines really think,
The noise and the power,
That blows in your face,
You open your mind,
And explore your own space.
 
The explosion of poems,
Exploding in loud silence,
Please take away the hate,
And take away the violence.
 
The texture of words,
Can easily be surmised,
Voice, touch, and thought,
With no borderline.
 
Forecast your steady rhythm,
With solid, concrete moves,
Win the Nobel peace prize,
And like a hero you'll be true.
 
So go and blow the whistle,
May Day is a household name,
Just try to be good to yourself,
And other's on life's train.
 



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