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A Poem by H
muse awakens at night,
bright light in a darkened room,
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A Poem by H
we take off his glasses,
so he doesn't have to see another child,
taught that they are nothing more than an object to be sold.
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A Poem by H
they are always seen as pair,
attached- carefully stitched line holding them as one.
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A Poem by H
the shadow sits at the feet of its enemies,
known as: unrequited, fear and failure,
they loom over it gleeful glint in their eyes,
ready to rip apa..
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A Poem by H
wish I was an artist,
an artist of words,
-- This is self-indulgent I really want to grow out of that.
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A Poem by H
dogs in the street fighting for territory,
so are we on a daily basis
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A Poem by H
the streets at night are unsafe
they whisper in the place
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A Poem by H
shining simple your sweet long hair
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A Poem by H
I used to write such a treacherous sight
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A Poem by H
Syllabic verse on rain
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