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A Poem by phantom pains
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normal, normal, normal. we are all so very normal.

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The day began the same as it always did,
And ended just the same.
The birds to escaped the captivity of the trees,
A clap of thunder shook the sky,
The tree laid lifeless in the middle of the road,
The sky cleared by noon,
Blue was foreign to the locals and was instantly worshiped,
The kids got out of school,
Traffic jam until five P.M.,
Six turns to the left, and one to the right,
Up the hill, down another,
Up again to reach the light,
Turn on the stove,
Cook the pasta, make the sauce,
Television on,
Eat and then television off,
Shower, brush teeth,
Lay down in bed.
The day began the same as it always did,
And ended just the same.
The birds to escaped the captivity of the trees,
A clap of thunder shook the sky,
The tree laid lifeless in the middle of the road,
The sky cleared by noon,
Blue was foreign to the locals and was instantly-



© 2015 phantom pains


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Author's Note

phantom pains
side note: before publishing, "are you human?" Asked me to spell the word "cynicism". The computer understands me.

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Added on August 16, 2015
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Humble greetings. I am Megan, a painter, poet, and short story writer. I am currently working on a novella inspired by familiar faces in a crowd, and a comedic biography on George Washington. Want t.. more..

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