Not Long Left Poems

For the one who is becoming close

It is midnight
Not before
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skimming stones,
into a dirty english sea,
bieng my big strong dad,
you would always beat me,
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fourteen years ago,
you let go
of my hand,
since then
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a thousand thoughts,
can occur,
when stirring the cream,
around the murky swamp
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Outside two floors down
the cattle go about leaving the town.
Feet thud upon the cold stony floor
programmed from the second they close their door.
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cheer up mama,
come and sit by me,
if i give you a hug,
will you then be happy.
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There was once a boy I knew,
who loved to sniff tubes of glue,
he sniffed so much,
he was sticky to touch,
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It is during these moments when,
the whole world seems asleep,
and the lights from the lamposts,
are burning bright for the foxes.
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Fate has finnally discarded
us, thrust us into a place
with wet walls that rise further
than the eyes can see.
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The dams of distress
Finnally cracked
from the pressure
of the pain.
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