Dust the air with words of hope,
Irate action, love we cloak.
Thoughts of future, minds divine;
Let us anger, stoke, and brine.
Hate the hateful, now Us: their swine.
Ideals of love, share bitter wine.
Flood the air with fears, our hope.
Groundless action: at filth we grope.
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Born in 1993. A student at McMaster University. I run a creative writing blog called ThinkWords.org, check it out! Talk to me about adventure, food, travel, music, science, opinions, or anything to get my mind running and you will have won me over.
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