unrest
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People are rioting in the streets of D.C., a plague is upon us, from Wuhan's best fresh meats, Syria fights and bombs their own, women and children lie dead in that town.
Perhaps one more before I go.
This one is dedicated to the men,
a man’s height beneath the floor.
Sitting in chairs, until the room starts spinning.
Now Folks....
My Phone’s SMART Tech REJECTED My First Text... !!!
In A Way That Really Caused My Head To STRESS... !!!
So I Guess That It Was Meant For ME To Now Get VEX...
Her sleeves of compassion juice my mind
Materalism tears seem to grow wings of kind
this rain waxes new worlds
oh the juice of my brain
Set my sample fantasies on blind edge, broken heart
why is mute:
so hard for you?
get it in your brain
it's not so hard to compute
words couldn't help with the pain
that became..so acute
so in-tuned
with who i was
I would like to learn how to draw an otter
My mother’s at sea and I’m her daughter
I daren’t go; I’m so scared of water
"My destiny calls
I fight the urge to fall
As if death could be worse
I wish to break this curse
But as I look around
I hear a strange new sound
Laughter in the depths
Allowing me to rest."
