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I cradle half written dreams under my tongue
My voice reeks of failure
My breath sounds like the millions of people screaming out to the sky as the flood drowned them for their sins
Saying things like
Please take me and not my children
And
Don’t let God’s steal your compassion
I have an obsession with
Religions
Everything I wanted for everyone but me
A father and mother that never raised me
Books
Things that have worlds of their own
Things lucky enough to exist purely in verb
Or in verse
Prose who professionalize in the creation of interpretation
I swear our minds bleed the sky
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