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Medusa
Poems
Sep 2018
crawling into kampf
silt is sand and sand is silt
let them ride it out like
Shelley & Keats
romantics deep in that sand
because if they had sunk
the toes into the fleshy
parts and more then I must
confess that they would
tell on them selves
they who were
true were wild
like wolves
without apology,
and they died
exactly so
Xactly so shall
they all true souls
pay blood to the
witness, seeing is all you have
you must be a laugh
the one with the wings too survive
when camps happen
camps are coming
for me and for you
if you don't see it
it still don't stop
the mein campf
I hope I'm wrong
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Medusa
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