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I have walked your graveyards
with you, stepped over the bones...
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What do you say ?
Life seems like a play...
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A constant poetical struggle
is to stroll through barren, forsaken stations...
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Sorry
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3 by Yatubeera Resty
Sometimes i wish i had the right words to say
But whats there to express...
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Back down South, where you grew up on Bible
and cattle ranching was where we were at our best...
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When our feeling were still verdurous
I learnt how to ideate you as my muse...
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Forgive me Father, for I have sinned...
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In our marriage you are an empire and I
narrate the territories you invade...
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Poetry peeks through
the keyhole of a...
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She aches for the beach
that never seems to come...
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A thorny red rose
juxtaposes love and pain...
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I tried to shove the open truth
between every layer of the wound...