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My Medicine.
My Medicine .My medicineIs my aspirin.My medicineis my doctrine. People gigglewhile I stambleto my aspirinsweet rumsound of drumsInside my headrefreshments only all dayantidote to painny agoniesdesolation , hunger , jelousand gossiping like wasps . My medicine lies me deadall night ,no worries , no thinking .but my people worry andnickname me ” mutamivu “No !…
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Guns And Spears .
They move a silent run and spin.Sharp, make a point.Held — and communicates amessage.They have claimed lives, and hides.They have built kingdoms .A famous totem. When I walk through a junglebreaking into modernity.I hear a crying load , runningLoud .Spin — a small pin rode.Held– and communicates amessage.It has claimed lives and hides.It has built…
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ARGONY PARTS MY SENSES.
I wish my heart could walkAlbeit it talks. My agony grows bymorning and noon . Besides who knows ?The herb is late so slow.Who knows , who will know?Why I sleep as I walk!No , why did you had to go?My broken stature hangs on my face,like a case without a trace to proveher innoncess.Bye…
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The Night Letter.
Love, if you be my destiny , then amfortunate.Why then my heart stamble , yet am humble. The world grows wild without a candleLight, or a rekindle.They say you’re a medicine, you cure.Why is still my soul ill?Your a venom roaming besides ,thartches, and shrubs.You’re a dream for a baby to scream.You’re nothing but a…
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