Spring left me like that Summer breeze
now...
Give me the blue of speed
as I race across the fields...
My mirror don't lie
it shows me my deepskin scars...
I was the tested water; of their boundaries
their fingers never got burned; but I was still...
Is this all that we have?
You teach your boy to walk...
You don't know the sleuth
you must've hidden your wrongs from...
Once again we make preparations for
an atypical situation...
The streets
around her are dying with the madness...
Man calling for help
in the wilderness denies...
Eyes peer with guilt; beneath a tulle-net veil
her peevishness; steeped in silken black...
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The old sea dog lectures...
If you want to live away of hurt,
with job offered and impact saved...