a poem about the black eyed kids
black eyed kids are able to view all things equally
they are not obsessed with any one thing
unless sarcastically
they have the ability
to scream in agony
while maintaining a neutral facial expression
and calm body posture
they forgot where they were buried
and return to the wrong hole
unable to enter the earth
there should be a specific word for this disappointment
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