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Khoisan Sep 23
love is hard labour
chores care hate and forgiveness
In love no worries
Poet B Sep 23
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I can't change myself,

even if I wanted to,

which I guess is a sad shame.
even from the timber road
well above the farm

there was no mistaking
the fox

a bright flame
bounding up

and down
through the pale green stubble

of the autumn rice fields
hints of red

and orange already tint
the green mountains

our shadows stretch longer
as winter grows stronger

we ease
across the surface

of the lake
the wind

gently erasing
our wake
Mark Bell Sep 23
Im crying in my heart
The monster rages within
I must not let it out
Thats when trouble begins.
If Im not careful and somehow
This rage escapes
Then they get the answer
By then it’s far too late.
I am kind and respectful
I’ve try to live in peace
But someone as upset
The apple cart and
My anger will be released.
Let it be
let it be
Save me
From this ****** anger
I shall never
ever be free.
Poet B Sep 23
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I wished I could care,

but now I wish to forget,

and move on past them.
Poet B Sep 23
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The most perfect girl

is only perfect because

she doesn't exist.
Khoisan Sep 23
Frankly 7 pots
8 billion odd.. people
gulped by a few banks
7 continent's
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