ROBO James Poems

My love for my mother has never ceased,
though on an occasion there has been a crease.

Never to deep to produce a crack,
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How her eyes were glistening,
her spirit unflinching.

To the words all around,
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Bottles smashing, noses cracking
head splitting, eyes blackening

the fight is taking its toll,
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How the audacious beauty of one can be so captivating
How the manipulative so ravishing

The dark so alluring
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Gifts are given or received with joy or happiness
For gifts are products, of the visual kind
I thank the gift I received without receiving them
Thank you for the gift I feel
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What is the cure for a mended heart
What is the cure for a failed start
Could I ask for forgiveness in this forsaken place
Where I met you the first time under music in tune
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