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Whenever I go into the suburbs it feels weird to me; the sprawl and the sameness and the feeling that I'm about to vomit.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Family - Words: 38 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-26-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2745477
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Ticky-tacky
prison cells,
filled with sameness
and a flawed perfection.
Picket fences
containing happy families,
intact families,
broken homes.
Creepy credos
and manufactured
individuality.
Sprawl so serene,
so clean (full of shit),
makes me want to vomit.
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