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Natures Death
Alter the tree; the naked moon and the sky that holds her secret. My amity gone – son of the morning, knight of the lonesome night, Red like the slaughter of the mountains. Animate her shallow mind; mind’s eye sees a thousand deaths And dark like the midnight sky, audible voice; do go, a slow -- Into the still of the morning tree; who waves like a treasury Hold memory; and she shall rest in May that itches at the learnable mind – And the time it takes, the caitiff giant; who doesn’t strike the criminal down for his crime And he who sleeps, a sleep with ease, Courageous be, like the mysteries of societies and the land that seizes romance. Bright! into the light, I cannot jump! I cannot whisper to the winds; lay on the cool grass that brushed against my ankles as a child I cannot live nor can I cry like the wondrous heights in creations avenue skies that are dark; cut from the world, alone and alone Like the cars on life’s deserted road. Ghastly beast, it’s made me, Others fall, and mothers ball Ghastly monster! who hears our babies cry for their mothers Cry, Cry.. For their short-lived lives; for The shore, I can see, but the shores not for me, I’m dead like the still of the morning.
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