Kiss He Not Aladdin. Poem by Kyle Shield Laster

Kiss He Not Aladdin.



The thief of many souls he's been.
A laborer of mist.
Not a heart he hides inside,
But grass plucked with a twist.

Thinks he of this Syphoner:
A Fool too quick to madden;
Handle He cannot this 'heaven'.
Kiss He not Aladdin.

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My 'hookah'...look it up.

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Kyle Shield Laster

Kyle Shield Laster

Clarksdale, Mississippi
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