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My friend draw a spoken bleeding, stiff, relieving piece Seed of the migrated heart of his twin, A Gemini whispered question in my ear - Pray, what was God, if you be religious? Sigh, what was witch, if you be rebellious If a savior were only here just now, Among the city's blades and graves Teaching the life he taught us, how Would he be welcome to your tales? The untold, the unseen and the unjust. I go and tease your logic-straws, A sip of former-friends with memory swayed, A cup of petty ways and narrow laws, A drink of blood and your love, deserted. From your inevitable dark lies, I flee I know not where, like a wondering cry Full of blood drools, unsounded splash I swim from your dishonest means. As I have no means of being a fling. If you know what I mean. Is he Alone on that unsounded deep ? Poor genius, may his wisdom never perish, Not Far from the course I thought to keep, Not Far from the friends I hoped to cherish. It may be that I shall sink, and yet Hear, through smart, angry and bitter laughter, Through all defeat and all regret, The stronger swimmers coming after.
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
When the heart bleeds
My friend draw a spoken bleeding, stiff, relieving piece Seed of the migrated heart of his twin, A Gemini whispered question in my ear - Pray, what was God, if you be religious? Sigh, what was witch, if you be rebellious If a savior were only here just now, Among the city's blades and graves Teaching the life he taught us, how Would he be welcome to your tales? The untold, the unseen and the unjust. I go and tease your logic-straws, A sip of former-friends with memory swayed, A cup of petty ways and narrow laws, A drink of blood and your love, deserted. From your inevitable dark lies, I flee I know not where, like a wondering cry Full of blood drools, unsounded splash I swim from your dishonest means. As I have no means of being a fling. If you know what I mean. Is he Alone on that unsounded deep ? Poor genius, may his wisdom never perish, Not Far from the course I thought to keep, Not Far from the friends I hoped to cherish. It may be that I shall sink, and yet Hear, through smart, angry and bitter laughter, Through all defeat and all regret, The stronger swimmers coming after.
kgotsofalang-naha-i-ntp
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26/M/Cape Town,Western Cape,SA
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
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