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i don’t want you
to worry.
i just want you
to stay.

i’ll say
i’m fine.
just don’t
go away.
Your voice, haunting
A dark forest in the night,
rooted in legend.
Used to go to church
Money's voice spoke over God's
People bought and sold.
Sweeping hands of time
Slowly they would stroke my face
Now they're quick to harm.
Flamin' seagull pulled a fast one
stole a chip, and it was my last one.

that's it.
Words weren't always
meant to hurt this much
but men were always good at making
weapons
out of anything.
spreading goodwill
to deflate the hate

joined in the fight
with poetry

a few words scattered
seeds of beauty

seeds of unity
adorning our shared garden
stripped of delusion
stark truth is painfully freeing
or painfully revealing
but truth stands all the same
Loving you

was not my fault –

telling you was.
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