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Of The Eighties
by Tom Hardie
It took a while-
took a while for me
took a while for my intellect to bloom and
to bloom in the chaos of my childhood, the chaos
of my childhood, the chaos that stilted,
the chaos, it numbed me
the numbness
it stayed
until I got further – until
I got farther – until
I was away from that – and
as I grew further
time to evaluate the abuse:
healing wounds:
my mind exploded
: so that I, me, I am the top one
percent and I…
I am not just an eye.
I am.
I am something else.
I am the explosion:
the thoughts of my generation.
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