face to face shake off the cobwebs
toe- to- toe jerk the
blue ocean of cooled warm blooded
toe
kept on stopping wiggle the foe
until it lose me stopping the scrums in
my foot
though I got split screw in
my head, as I hold my knee of pain, like
a runner of lopsided score only
to find out that it's not the ground to run
off
my heels dusk in the slope of dawn,
shading the clouds of shame and tolerance
but the bunch of fresh welcome as it
shuttered my dream of gripped of yodels
hope
believe in the vision of blurred blind
Cedar and grilled the window
of change in our eyes, the whimpering
door is open to be revealed,
the overwhelming fight to live
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