Their clothes are too big
Or too small
Too bright
Too new or too old
They blend in with their background
Commit actions that make them stand out
Their necks are too long
Arms too skinny
With legs that can barely hold them
upright
They sink into despair
Strike poses of defiance
Hold on to a tender love for each other
That explodes into violence
They embrace the night
Sleep by day
Wander in a perpetual now
Clinging to each moment
No future, no past
Lost to their history
Our history
has no place for
this new generation
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