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Poem: Frames

Dark and bad, you see me through frames Frames which make the world appear happy and sad Frames of morals and frames of shame, It may take a lifetime to realise the stupid game Trying to live a correct life you will struggle and die, Crooked, weird, and beautiful, are works of the same I So, drop the frame, Before you are framed - The Last Nomad