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new kids

 it begins at some point
your first ever time to have the lonely thought
'these new kids, the children of today'

they.. they are not
your familiar crust
the ratio indifference and posing
that you could read
in your contemporaries

the sound of their sway
is certainly not the world today,

it feels lonelier somehow
it was nothing you did
except grow 
older

not by insistence
or by desire
but happenstance

novelty marginalizes you now
you thought you were standing by a
changing river
but you were getting sucked heinously
all this while through the 
tubes of a cruel, indifferent
vacuum cleaner

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