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Hand in hand, helped me climb the lever
Almost fell back down, your wind saved me in time
Water over city, slipping under
Groaned when you saw both of them arrive

Told me you'd fallen in love with a lie
Helped me only to save your people
Though I'm one, it kinda killed me inside
In the middle of the oasis, withered and died

Your screaming dreams of going back to strangers
Mine only wished that the kiss wasn't forced
All that I'm breathing is dust of the angels
Not you, but everything else will be worse

The 1st of May comes along and I'm reeling
The betrayal turned the tables and coerced
Angry and hurt, you did what you should
I was the lie, you know the real me now

Now we stay up and call, past sunset then dawn
Your cousin, my brother, all family-like
Survived The Great War, past crevice and rock
Sighed dreamily, all good things in mind
Inspired by "The Blood Traitor" by Lynette Noni
kevin 17h
How you used to get buy
How governance of journalism
Was elected
How speech wasn't freed

Rhonna was a journal I learned poetry of Americans songs from
She refused not to sing
When choirs would speak
She and I would write poetry in our past

Her partner Kibbers would hunt for her
Freedom
Demolished and abolished
Lives not gonna win
I gave her science Kevin

I hear Kibby

Heed hint and tried that Kevin
Beware my throats gone
Hears how
The operations done
I'm without your way

Without progressive drug policy in perfection
The extraction of exact ink is deployed
Amputate and relegate
Next treble....
kevin 3d
There, drops
    of counting
           beans
Spirits in my heated
         water
You can't drink
Improve, I meant
     to accomplish
a missions worth
     of corruption
         End Asylum

Civil Rights

Watched where
    You were at

New York Paint,
Paint my pain as prison
In time I learn to investigate
The wars of civility

For 160 years
My family has attended to the record
From Ireland to New York City
Virginia and Texas
California State
The General of the Irish sees all
Empty in my eyes
Civil War will not come
They wage against the poor Sir.
kevin 3d
In burnt winds
We ran ill
Sweeping jest of shore
And I leaned when storms
Became more of you than seas
kevin Jul 10
You haven't answered tonight's complaint of your diplomacy in the morning
kevin Jul 9
In the history of plausality
Our extraction from farms causing the thin of earths tear
Ponder if bombs where desperate attempts to expand hope before the cave came to an end

Is it only the buildings we destroy that are left to pay for peace

Or in the exit of today, is the mourning to turn over the surrender to its owners

Love Irish

I'm civilized

Submitted to the gaza poets society
kevin Jul 9
The young limb
Clicks out of water
Grasping the dreary weather
Porcupine painful painting it's sun
The mirror of moon
Conquers the files sands
Landing in return of lust
Teaching the fawning shame
Wood plucking a feathers painting
The romance of wind and winter
Iceberg and seal
Feather behind harp
The foot eats the porcelain fingers
Building the painful yawn
Of concerts

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