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May 2016
it is hard to search for you amidst straws
broken flowers and burnt wood
charred hands and worn face

how does a man know he's alive mother?

we fight and die
we rise and lay our swords
we hurt and give birth

how does a man know he's loved mother?

through her eyes
her whisper
her healing touch

how does man know he loves mother?

by tearing out his eyes
cutting his torso
let the world know you're defeated

I have loved her mother

I have loved to the peaks of ecstasy
til my self was sand
til my heart became an ember

mother, take me back

you will be born again
in her womb
with eyes that know her like you did before
Kassana
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Kassana  London
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