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your kind

from wasted space by the smallest one

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an animal notices a particular individual human's shame at calling herself a member of the human race, &--either naively or wisely--assures that only if she were to open her eyes and consciously look for the kind of people who make the earth an alright place to live, who make one feel proud to call oneself human.

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i hear you’d like to separate
yourself from everything you hate;
society is digging its own grave.

association with that group
is more dreadful than death, to you.
you hope that some catastrophe would strike.

but dear, know you’re good.
you're not alone in this.
the shame you feel will pass,
as long as you keep a sharp eye out
for your kind.

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from wasted space, released March 1, 2017

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the smallest one Calgary, Alberta

my name is mason & i like to write songs about things.

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