Not ours,
The word bad.
Not ours,
The sky.
Not Ours
The anger,
Not Ours
The desire.
Not Ours
The stars.
No reasons
To go with them,
No reasons
To hear them,
No reasons
To share anything
With them.
We are to think
What we are.
Let me say
We are all poetry,
All good,
All flowers,
All scented.
Let me say
We are all good,
All truth
No one can beat us,
Not even death.
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