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Not Built for Common Roads
No silver thread, no voice to name the way—
Just walls and warnings passed from tongue to tongue.
His first breath rose from two-thirds drawn from hell,
A fire dimmed by lessons never asked.
They caged him in with rules and screaming brats,
While puppets smiled through teeth of plastic gloss.
The parents barked like kings who'd lost their crowns;
He bore their bile and learned to taste ...
Friday 25th July 2025 9:11 am
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