mud in the sand box

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mud in the sand box

hey world of wise insecurity

i'm done with your counterfeit pride
Images of a life in a branded bottle

love my own brown grass
simple expectations
loving arms and 
dimples bigger then my selfie

what do we see in 
sand filled beaches
busting bikinis
manic flesh
fading fast and 
blasted on our bitter walls

better to know love in a muted mirror
then a television translation

satisfaction is a rolling stone 
in a river with no landing 
it finds you only in theory
never in flesh and bone

love is not love 
which sees no sign but self

It is however the beginning of hope 

~
matt francis

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