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Mow Down
I found the gateway….To mow (down) any stomachache….
(Touched)
By your sweat….
Liquidated …. any honor… I put, into your heart….
Atomize…. any memory or dream….
Exterminated…. the sound of your…(Voice)….
The battles….The discomfort…. And headaches…
My poor… damage feet, walked everyday….
For amusement and Hanky-panky…..
Was… your , welcome mat…
If I would…. of.... known, oh my….
I woulda, pulled out your.… blueprint….
Then take out my…. Passport….
Leaving your ….horrors and stains behind….
Glorification…. between us, was only a memory or dream….
Sorry….. I don’t know which…
I guess, kill powder…. Passes… in my skin….
Delilah Ventura
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