Off world: a poem

It was off world

Like the whole lot

Made little sense

I was small too

Sometimes adventured

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Property was once worthless

sinking foundations

damp rising

a life in a closed factory

Superman and a naked Greek lady

Both worn

delicate decay

/

tetanus shots

cheap shoes

my girls head shaved

pooled water brown brawny

her dad beat her a lot

but she always smiled

young proud, built for this?

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God was full of promise

I remember that look

timeless

my hand over her crew cut

always excelling, intelligent outstanding

still to this day forward onward

I am forever in awe

Only if I did that

that grass seems lush from here

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yet i remember 

also celebrate

the constant change

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and now the plastic walls

prebuilt, filled, sold off at profit

it has to have an 8 in it

twenty twenty still alive not

still life, but still a life

A life still

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