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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required You don’t have to put on your red light. You don’t have to put on your red light. You don’t have to put on your red light. You don’t have to put on your red light. Red light Red light Red light My speech can’t be cut off. It Does not come for free; it bears a cost. I walked the beat around the block. Stood toe to toe with the toothed clock. I know where my bones grow. In fields of poppies row upon row I fought my battles and wore my scars. Felt the earth rattle. Hummed to stars Close the lamp. Your face is damp. This is your awakening. You’ve sacrificed your final chance. I won’t wait for an empty heart. That only tears love apart. I won’t hold on to grief. Like a talisman Its only segregation Dressed as protection I won’t be preserved in stasis. like a woman in plastic only served when you crave. comfort food like mom used to make. I am not your nostalgic taste. Of your past mistakes Before they baked, in reflective light Don’t touch me. stripped of my mylar coating My brain, stutters, spits, sprawls I make my crow call. You fed me relics. That turned to rot I grew orchards in the paved over parking lot. With respect I swing on the tire, hanging from the limbs of reincarnation. I play games with dream sprites. And I walk the fields of my labor. I didn’t need someone to die for my sins. I only absolved myself of the misery within I cleansed my soul with my own toil. Digging in soil for the roots of my grief To pull the weeds from the dirt. I rolled over in my grave, and I watched the planets align. A smile came to my face. And I found my place. My grace, I sigh. I walked the Manic streets at night I turned on the red light I was looking for a man dressed in valor badges of honor decorate his broken chest Rib cage cracked in two By the worlds melancholic tune, But still sings like an angel in a state of unrest Roxanne cries as the red light dies, Dissipates with the clouds of rain. Droplets of lifeblood anointing pain
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