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Comments about Kwan Yin
Shadow faced name carried by curse
spitting up dark lumps of virus
gift from your empty purse
dumb luck gifted you unfocused yellow iris
Leaping barbed wired noose stolen pride
Ideal plaque blackbeat of your hearts tower
cold as autumn rain but glowing warmth inside
childhood on a string graced with power
Song of rabbits death scream loud awakened
ancestral stench decay pale boned hands
Robe of white hailed as truths blackened
judged by hate inflicting pain outside lands
String them up on the highest bark of your tree
Spin around taking chunks...