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why so much anger amid the sadness, why so much sadness amid the joy ?
childhood is now a broken haven, and youth is a burning shelter house
the firefighters won’t get here in time,
your mind is a dusty palace, hosting the remains of a dead tropical animal
fragile and colorful; wonderfully innocent,
drifting in a vast pool of shining light,
brighter than all the dead stars in the sky,
here lays your future;
so let the tea simmer and the blizzard disappear,
kiss your mom goodbye
and throw away the keys