These eyes as brown as Earth
And these tears that flow like rivers...

The day a man kneels down to listen up
And hears the heart of Mother Earth alive...

At the bottom
of the button of a rose...

When stars fall like rain
like liquid drops of fluorescent moisture...

She said,
Darling, I'm not fields of grass...

In this 32 degree fahrenheit
alley of life...

Oh well, ni modo.
Gather your tears and boil them with your anger...

Night
you are dark...

Fears are vultures in the nights
soaring thirstily, and hungrily...

tears tore me
dripping dropping...

Do not throw more wood to that fire,..
Shhh...

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