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 Jun 2013 DieingEmbers
K Mae
No slur, hear the pride
I was Mother Warrior
fighting for my charge, my child.
If I had not so much to learn,
the path would have been other
than playground of victory and loss.
Adult now, evolving still
aging scars and complex psyche
stories of bright riches savored
but do those boots still have a use ?
 Jun 2013 DieingEmbers
Chuck
Turn a man
into a helpless
yet adorable infant
- illness
the street dwellers
sleep in gutters
they overflow
with human waste
and vermin
inhospitable weather
daily
a newspaper for a blanket
all hope ebbs away
for those many people
it is always a grey day
I have few bonds...
I'm covalent....
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