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.