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Kirah Dec 2019
If words were not heavy,
If hearts were light enough,
We'd speak a common language,
We'd talk about the same heaven,
And dress in purple.

'They add to those that have,
And take from those that lack,
And brand it justice' she said,
I'd not want her in my art,
But she designed its world.

Roads aren't smooth,
But if I'm poshy,
I'd make it to the end
Check out the cars in seizure...
That's the agency in service.

Carry DNA tools to companies,
I'm sure all companies will be family companies,
Then, you inquire about kindness,
Well, its etched within us, they say,
And we'd rather have our own.

I wish we talked the same language,
We'd have a common definition of kindness,
And figures of love,
The we'd spark our world,
And grace its street.
Arek Sep 2019
I once dated a librarian
She used to read me books
She was poshy and so un-Australian
with exotic timeless looks

Her reading style was seductive
by the candle light
and afterwards she would be active
when it was out at night

but the next day she left to my surprise
in a rush she wrote this quick
it said you smell like Lord of the Flies
and you're no Moby ****

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