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In a
Windy
Park the
Bench
Across
From a
Sandpit and
Slides
There sits a
Man
Playing his
Flute,
Music from
Days of
Old
Shades of
Old
I like the
Autumn trees
Discarding
Leaves
How? Of
Me and you
Does
Spring
Follow always
Winter?

I don't
Think so,
But the
...

I am
Craving the
Sea
I am
Going to
Wake up
One
Day
Gasping for
Water.

Slowly

Raging softly
Burning

My 1st
Chakra on
Fire as
You cover
Me disappear
Inside...
And my

Body
Temperature
Reaches
110 degrees.

Celsius.

Ain't like you'd
have won the war
wasn't for blood money.
Always someone else's
blood,
always someone else's money.
Strange little
mating dance
they do
over our
graves.

so here we
are twenty
years later
and i ask him for her phone number and he gives it
to me says "USE MY PHONE" as if he's a pedophile offering sweets and
i know better shy
away from my dad
called my mom later that night and she says "i love you"
she didn't say that before dropping me
off on his doorstep though she had 'til i was
four years old to get those words out but i'd never
inspired ...