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Sep 2024
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what are we?
(that is what she wants
to know..)

identity,is the crisis,
can´t you see?
-we are the past

and future..
don´t cry,lily,
(all crimes are paid..)

are you afraid?
-dying is hard
when the sun shines

and the birds sing
happily in
the trees..

ii

there is the major
and minor
the micro and
hows your father..

eat the hamburger
and take care of each other
o officer dibble-
mandible..

iii

she is spaced as cake
(no time for hate)
running around in her
docs alone..

a knock upon the door
stops her dead
who is there
fear unkown..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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