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Sep 2014
The naïve hold letters, light on their tongues
Afraid to set fire, watch wars have begun
As long as their hands are clean.
And the depressed drown their lungs
To muffle the screams they’ve cried
Since the years of youth.
And the vengeful will live since they have reason
While the sad mourn over the turning of seasons.
They’re both standing in line for their turn to die.
So kiss my lips, since we are guaranteed tonight
Since I am your ease and you are my high
Tugged habit bound come back with the light.
I felt them try to pull you back
But please stay with me dear, till I draw my last.
The bitter are screaming, heard off in the distance
Sharpening their words, claim their victims
In the name to collapse and conform.
The desperate are trees, they long for your after
Arms yearning north, I found myself under
The shade. Waiting in our meeting place.
Please don’t leave me with my reflection, she doesn’t play nice
Surrounded by haunting documents of time
She never goes to sleep.
As she watches me die, I hear her laugh
But please stay with my dear, till I draw my last.
Anna
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