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The beasts who feed upon dead flesh,
Are no different to those in suits...
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The other me can play guitar.
He's talented and funny...
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i walk alone
in a concrete forest...
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I stopped moving
my hands were held up...
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(a poem by Larissa van Heerden)
***TOMORROW...
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The pumpkin returns
With flaming sinister grins...
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tree flakes swirl the air
golden kisses of autumn...
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Flame filled skies scorch and sear,
Metallic hearts begin to bubble and melt...
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I remember then -
under a drunk moon...
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I never meant to make her cry,
everyone grieves differently and...
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As long as you can spot the Moon
And the sky above you is Blue...
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So many things to write
so many thoughts gripping tight...