I WAS
A HERO
OR a
another
type?
of hero?
i jumped on
you
lady!
like
a
fake
lion.
or a lion with
oppressed
burdened
affrican
memories.
i was
walking,
crumbling
exhausted
tired
dry skin
man.
i saw you,
and i saw a first form of
life,
a start point,
a picture,
and clustered
memories
what i retained now
is
your
welcoming
and wondered
eyes' smile
'
you! ,
hell you!
hell boy!
what is up! i am here!
can you talk
business.
sorry!
i was
blink,
blank,
drunk,
a virgin blank CD,
and white blank papers
ruined the rain.
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