Nuisances

Violence

Petrified reliance

On makeshift shores, blood bathed beaches

Wasted ores, cockroach creases

Eating my brain

Drill holes to relinquish pain

And ideas and thoughts

Collecting tongues

So I may speak every language

My heart is crippled by the pangs of child birth

My cry is to die alone with everyone loving me

Now

 

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