Azure

Azure Aug 5

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I am but a kicking body
In a body of swimmers

Azure Mar 12

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Dry weeds look like savanna grasslands

hop off that tractor, sir,
Who are you?

Azure Mar 12

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the pitter patter of your voice
you speak sweet nothings
it's just noise.

Azure Mar 12

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He told me then that he hated poetry.
thought it useless and indirect.

And then I knew
He is not mine

For all I am is poetry

Azure Feb 22

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He turned me and said, 'I like the way you make me see the world'

Azure Feb 22

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I feel a some sort of grand calling,
Of its colour or shape, I am unsure.
It is too loud,
I cannot hear it.

This flavour of beckoning,
I fear I must start to run

Azure Jan 12

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You’re bigoted and ignorant.
Racist and inhumane.

And yet I must step on egg shells ?!!!

Your brains are scrambled fool