In all my years,
Of being alive...
Hoping the sky would make me up...
have me last...
You took me on a walk,
And told me not to cry...
I have known rain and weathered hands
stuck in time from a war in land...
i don't remember the last
time i broke down, crying over...
Nature's velvet crush
will shed illicit beauty...
I am frightened for the ones
who leap onto faith but don't...
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I yearn to hate the night, to grimace...
Before you and I were stirred
into vanishing trickles of taste...
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If we sketch our name in the beach's garden...
What You have done
is not taught at dawn's...
There is no such thing as a good cop
when it's a system of abuse they uphold...