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  13h Amethyste
Khoisan
Fame blames torture
thrashing by mortar
mother son furore defiled
blameless graves look up and heil
Dictators live while children die.
Amethyste 14h
This is my meal.
This is my home.
This is where I breathe
And live.

I am angry!
Amethyste 14h
This is my meal.
This is my home.
This is where I breathe
And live.

I am angry!
«A little plant underneath.»
I thought.
Moistened
And in bloom.
Among the trees and roots.
I was there;
It was weird;
Contained in walls
And hollows;

I walked there once;
It was weird;
Yesterday I met you
You were wearing a mask
As embroidery
Nonetheles we kept talking.
Amethyste Sep 14
I feel way too humble,
To weave all these things,
With this pen of mine!
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