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This is my heart disguised as a poem.
Read it with your mouth pursed...
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War is a commodity, by which we live
A product we all produce and sell...
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Washed my brain
and boiled it...
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Paint chips fall gracefully
like a freshly, fallen snow...
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There is a crack above
where light silences the whispering...
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I have been drinking your poison.
And just when I think it's the end...
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Above the wind I heard your voice
And touched your greying face...
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Sticky fingers sliding around
In a circular motion...
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No figure to
your drawings...
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I feel awkward
at times...
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* * *
shyness left, replaced...
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Old Glory is smartly marched down the aisle
when the opening ceremonies start...