I.S.- I.S.Nt 0k Poem by sean north
I.S.- I.S.Nt 0k
Is
shooting up
a place
now like doing
graffiti
sharing some
hatred
of your You
and your Me
trying to put
into words
WHAT
no one seems
to have heard
even as you
broke with your
broken speech
and every word
you had in breach
to few to
really start
an articulate
your apparent
dissolution
and your hate.
As
we cry
for your Lov3.
Th@ got turned
into h8
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