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 Sep 2019 chaffy
Third Eye Candy
i keep losing things.
i keep finding out
things are gone.
i'm a perfect hole
in a pocket.
whatever that means
and double it.
There he goes an upright shoulder
Elegant and pride, the air in circulation
Here and there, movement in motion
In and out, choices made

Young or aged, life gives way
Involuntarily. They surrender
Coercion of life taken, nothing to be done
Peacefully or forcefully, he made his way
The enemy of life, he is called

The earth with several pregnancy, tired of intake
Menopause felt, yet ignored
Fertile for life, yet still birth
Buried in her womb. Never exhumed

Day in, day out the strike of his
Several weapons. Choices it is
Gradually or sudden, his action takes
Offsprings of the earth escaped, does he left in tears

Mourning and weeping. For theft of life
Sweet bitter experience, life it is
Today and tomorrow. Life to tell

— The End —