IN the cresses of the night
A giggle
Now hoarse, rasp laughter
...
A young boy, seven years old pale and thin
Smiles,
Reads,
and prays
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Living in a shoe with a big baboon
She waits
And he eats plates
Oh! There all just fools
...
Shall we Start softly?
Yellow the color one gets for the unknown baby,
And the color of the galaxy’s shirt
Yellow is techno
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Samantha is open,
But I am surrounded
I swift pass the ball to and fro between my feet
Slightly tripping over my opponents cleats
...
Once I was
A blank canvas
Wainting for an artist
Now I am
...
I’m staring at the screen contemplating what to write
My feet are being warmed from the heater at the right
I still, have Nothing
My mind is not at ease
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God
All-knowing and Holy Redeemer
Mighty hands smoothing out the earth
Help Me
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