I sat in a coffee shop tonight. In the background started spoken word. I am not a fan of the quality of spoken word at times. I was surprised at how long I stayed, observing what each person was saying. Echoes of being tired of the mundane, weary of injustice, and break ups. Overall, I came away screaming to put away the plastic. The facade, the cliche, the game, the passiveness.
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