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You get in my face, And all up in my space, To say you cannot breathe. But 6 feet underneath, Are those who succumbed
REVELATION 4 (c) Greg Stigter June 2018 A door opened in the heavens
We were, two lurking knifes. Against the LOW: Criminals.
You brought me a gift just because you thought of me I looked inside and what do I see The dress i adored the other day I was at a loss for words
In the ten years that I have lived here, I have been judged, discriminated, and hated. I have been crushed, hurt, and segregated. I tried and gave the best I could,
half-form words.... sentences broken in two thoughts never brought to wishes stuck the inside confines of my head
To love me is what I wish from you Right now you've got my mind askew We are inseparable- we are glued So few things I ask for-yet so much I do to prove to you what I know is true
Then there was the sound of constant drumming, And the mad men clutched their temples running, And I curse the memory of the damned damp day, Cause I saw them carry my baby brother away.
As we walk on this world Full of anger and hate Nos vemos nosotros getting dirty of it De lejos venimos to look for a dream Un sueño, that makes us forget what really exists
To kiss you is to hear trumpets sound and feel the reverberation propel throuhg my skin as my soul rejoices in meeting its other half