Let's have a lawn filled with crocus and scillia
the colors will poke out of the brown lawn
like an impressionist painting
Let's grow fruit trees
and bake pies and make jellies
Lost within my familiar room
I walk past while looking for you
I know and touch but can't think or feel
I want, I need and reject both appeals
I'm here where I want to be
And I want to go
Why is an individuals life more expendable than a group of individuals? What makes it easier to say this one person dieing is better than this group of people dieing? What gives us as human beings...
Life as Glassby
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