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Do not stand on my grave and cry
I am not there, i dont sleep
I dont eat
I am a thousands word that blow through the wind
I am a diamond that shine on snow
I am the sunlight that give you light
I am the gentle autumn rain that give you water,
When you awaken in the mornin'g darling hush
I am the swift upon your skin
I am the quiet birds that chant in your head
Do not stand on my grave and cry
Be happy.
i am art
You are art
It doesnt matter the way we living
We still art ,a art that was creating with sand,water

We are strippers with bruises
But we are art.
We are wallstreet liars
We are trashed and clean
But we also art
We are different colors but we was creating with art....
I've got an ache
Deep in my chest
I can't seem to stop the bleeding
From my body
They pouring out my secrets
Telling the world all my mistakes i made
I've have death near me calling me
Telling me it time to let my self go
I've the devil calling me telling me come work with them
Maybe i should.....
It excite me that i have no emotions
And feelings
The sh*t i went through
Now i huff my breath with
The stuff that make me happy
Im in a place that make me happy
With no feelings
I keep my money close
And trust only myself

My name should not appear in your phone number or mind
If you want that i cant make it a promise but guarantee
You will not love me the equal way that i love you
Your heart will diteriate if you with me....
She a lonely old black lady
She always dresss all black
She an old lady looking for love,
She has gray dark hair,
She has few wrinkles growing
She looked at the calendar
Time was against her
And she ask
Why i have no man
Loneliness drove her to settle for her lover,
She still stuck in her past relationship
Her lover had decieved her
Beat on her
Cheat on her
Then he left her
All the good things that she had
Was gone......
Good poem

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