Last poem

(Torn
&
Splattered with mud and death)

You are I am ----we

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----(If we had a soul we'd sell it but we already did so we don't)----

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You and I ----we

The last poem

one with the alleys

One with the ghetto nights

One with the police cars always here

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One with yesterday

STRANGERS TO TOMORROW

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ONE WITH DEATH

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Falling Rain

We are not washed clean

Torn

Splattered with mud

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Last poem

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Last poem

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Last poem

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A little child
(It is I
Emerging)