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Mixed Posture (Free verse) by Blindpoetry
I'm reaking
And I'm reaking
And I'm reaking
Right before your eyes
I'm watching the can of beans
Fall off the counter
Sugar, I lust
Beats, I run from
I'm gonna go
Go far away from here
Calling this place home
Won't mean the same meaning
As it did once
Once, when it was in the open skies
Free, free from the dark
But still suffering
The effects of happiness destroyed
Crawling from a pit of fire
Ashes are my clothes
Washing my jeans
In muddy water
Calling home
'My happy place'
Watching the news
Seeing the racists
Call home
There Klan
Fighting for
The match to end
But I started it
To scared to kill him
Call me crazy
I am just one
One freak
Pealing the apple
Red apples
Washing them with soap
Pealing the label off
Stentch reaks with horror
If I find your fork on my spoon
I'll wash it for you
But it will now be mine
To keep, forever and ever
Deeply, madly, in love -
With you.
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