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Jan 2014
Pour water over the shades and tones on your body and let it cleanse you off the guilt you have accumulated
shove off the virtuous, burn the pure and tear out the hearts of the innocent
we are sinners and shall always remain so,
proud with the blinking lights above our heads leading down to our hearts
a black and white sign stating
'hey, my name is ..."
Sorry
Okay
Stupid
Forgive me
I love you
We should all wear signs on our ******* stating what we think we are
My sign would say
"Trying"
because that's all we ever do
try our best to be whole persons
but we were cut in half at birth, placenta buried without us, thrown into rivers, cremated without our bones
we are guilty for the sins we have not the guts to commit yet
we are afraid of our virtues as much as our vices
we are taught to be careful before we are taught to dream
so pour water over yourself
cleanse yourself of the assimilation you have unwillingly swallowed and let spread like lotion over your heart
Be
before it's too late
Written by
Mishka  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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   frances, Gem and Reece
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