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Azure Mar 12
Dry weeds look like savanna grasslands

hop off that tractor, sir,
Who are you?
Azure Mar 12
the pitter patter of your voice
you speak sweet nothings
it's just noise.
Azure Mar 12
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
He turned me and said, 'I like the way you make me see the world'
Azure Feb 22
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
You’re bigoted and ignorant.
Racist and inhumane.

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

Your brains are scrambled fool
Azure Dec 2023
There are times where I feel guilt for living
Because so many have been chosen by men wielding death.
I bleed for them
And turn the knife on myself
But I can’t bleed for much longer.
I cannot choke for much longer.
I am living and must live.
I will try to love and laugh and dance
so that I might parcel up this love,
And send it in thoughts
In ancestry and bloodlines
In life.
To you.
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