Montana Brown Poems

Is the blast of a gun or the blood of a dove the problem?
Why is it that the sea tastes like tears?
Do the rivers carry the sorrows of earth to its heart?
Is a lion still a lion if it lives in a cage?
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I walk through these halls, I take not of it all.
I notice the fakes, the fads.
I hear the names being called. I notice the lies.
I feel the heavy atmosphere full of rumors and hidden lives.
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So angry
The feeling of betrayal
Suffacating my senses
A thousand attempts
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