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 Nov 2016 John Hawkins
The Ripper
The heart;
in all of it's tragic
cocksure
glory,
is nothing
but a victim.
when we were tracing
constellations, chasing
stars and drinking sun
tea from mason jars;
thinking our time
would never end
as we embraced
infinity as the
best of friends.

© Matthew Harlovic
 Nov 2016 John Hawkins
Torin
Utopia
 Nov 2016 John Hawkins
Torin
Peace on earth
Once the bombs fall
We can't be wrong
You could never be wrong
And as the world draws to close
On its last spin
The bombs are smiling
Knowing we can't be right
Carry in your arms
Such preconcieved notions
As the money of nations
Becomes the dust
Once the bombs fall
Peace on earth

We always wanted a utopia
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