Nowherebound
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- We left our homes in the name of discovery
- That the eyes of far-off traffic lights
- Might gaze upon our faces
- To see us glaring back, unafraid,
- Grins challenging with whatever truths were pulled
- From the bleeding gums of our hometowns.
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- Under cover of darkness and with false alibis
- We took to seeking truths on the back of our own lies,
- With windows deeply tinted to invite all observers
- To taste the unknown and lust for answers,
- To cup their hands around their eyes
- And press their faces against our outlines.
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- We were of the age
- That most would call “impressionable”
- And true, we craved impressions
- For what greater offense than emptiness
- Exists for three blank pages
- Once told the traits of ink?
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- We planned to vandalize our tongues
- With all the words they marked unworthy,
- Planned to stay up late and think of ways
- To make them disapprove.
- We planned to carry our own minds so far
- We'd find them of no use.
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- And when they came across us,
- We pounded fists against the sidewalk
- Beat our chests, sang of ideals
- And tore hearts to the ground
- For the fact that we still registered visible
- Proved to us our failures.