Is It Poetry (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)
The sky is dark below, I sink against.
I feel the sun as it begins to rise.
And people have no longer,
what you have.
The day before your eyes,
And love and hate becomes,
the tide that they to you forbade.
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