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January 21, 2019
By jjgotcooljays BRONZE, Rochester Hills, Michigan
jjgotcooljays BRONZE, Rochester Hills, Michigan
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I can sharpen an axe with words

And ignite a crowd with hate

My pain cries a tear

Raindrops pierce my tongue

I can fall from the moon

My doom looms as I croon

and land in the meadow glows golden

As a torch I hold for you


The author's comments:

love and dreams


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