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 Aug 2015 Thescientist
R A Lee
Your skin, the blanket that keeps me warm
  your hair, a pillow to lay my weary head
     your heart
        thud ,thud, thud,
            my Soul song.
If man wasn't so busy killing another
He just might start;
Getting occupied loving his "sister's and brother's".


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
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