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Spoken Words

We’re the heroes and the villains.
Their main soul’s function
is autonomous consumption.
jus pushing buttons on the remote
i wrote this on my own
so im allowed to say it on my own.
if you’re down with d.i.s.c.r.e.t.
pick up the telephone
forget the landline
im on stand by
moving like a butterfly
harnessed wisdom from a tree
for non scripted addictive personalities
equipped witness with a pen.

To document casualties
death and rebirth
all together in the hearse. . .

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New Leaves on the Old Trees is a collection of poetry about love, war, death, rebirth, healing and transformation. Please feel free to leave any comments or questions. (under construction - thanks for following/liking in interim phase)

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