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 Mar 2019 Helena
Khoisan
Cul-de-sac
 Mar 2019 Helena
Khoisan
The moon speaks in glyphs
on the faces of young girls,
where miracles tear
at their souls,
rescue is nigh and
ignorance is bliss.
in the dead end of the red carpet
selling flowers hustling for gold.
Prostitution
These are all kids caught up in the crossfire of circumstances some rarely make it out OK!
She embraces me in chill
Comforts me with her will

Touches my heart in kisses
Twisting in the seditious

Her sadness blankets my heart
Her beauty right on mark

For she has stars in her eyes that haunt me
Her compassion reaps all sea to sea

I am married to the night
My Angel of delight
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