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 |    10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind |
| Blowing up threads with word soup you call TNT, clearing a room before doom from the ignorance yours, not mine, because this is art, poetry and it could be sublime, or it could be a method of reaching out Blowing holes through rhetoric meant to build walls not tumble them down so we can finally meet on your side, not mine, because this is art, poetry and you should come greet words on my wall to really consider These words could divine a way for you and me to be friends I'm not taking anyone hostage with the words I spread, though I can conceive how you might think a threat That is your problem, should not be mine. But, let's wait a minute and see if we paint a line of indifference clearly marked just for me so I do not cross 4.14.22 words the world today is not ready to greet with openness, fairness or honesty. Dialogue takes a back seat. Yes, I can see you are triggered. What about me? What - about - me? |
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