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<title>Poetry on The Lazy Oxymoron</title>
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<link>https://thelazyoxymoron.me/categories/poetry/</link>
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<description>Recent content in Poetry on The Lazy Oxymoron</description>
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<title>Fear</title>
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<link>https://thelazyoxymoron.me/posts/scared-in-lockdown/</link>
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<pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2020 23:45:30 +0530</pubDate>
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<guid>https://thelazyoxymoron.me/posts/scared-in-lockdown/</guid>
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<description>Check it out on Instagram
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I&rsquo;m scared.
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No, not because there&rsquo;s a pandemic going on,
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even though that itself is enough
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to make one lose their mind.
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There&rsquo;s another deadly virus crawling
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its way into my whole being.
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Slowly eating away at my sanity,
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feasting on my thoughts,
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mutating inside my head as if a colony of ants was given
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an open invitation to a room full of sugary syrup.</description>
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<title>Deference vs. Indifference</title>
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<link>https://thelazyoxymoron.me/posts/deference-vs-indifference/</link>
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<pubDate>Fri, 15 Mar 2019 22:27:30 +0530</pubDate>
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<guid>https://thelazyoxymoron.me/posts/deference-vs-indifference/</guid>
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<description>(See this picture on Flickr)
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Deference vs. Indifference There used to be a time
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when things used to be simple.
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I&rsquo;d wake up, rub my eyes, sit up straight, close my eyes,
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And pray that He will continue to guide me
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as He had done the previous day.
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There used to be a time
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when I used to love the aroma
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of the stick when it burned,
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lighting up my day with the secret enchantments,</description>
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