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[LeftWriteFemme]

December 22


Age and Death


When death was young
It did its job cleanly no mincing about
Now the uncertainty and old age tremble
Leave the world filled with half dead zombies
Living is less for the faltering of death
I would rather be struck down swiftly with a scythe
Than bludgeoned endlessly with a butter knife



Sing with the wind

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Before Pearls


You must stop crying
You must

The endless tears will poison you
Your teeth and soul, the life of you

Just because you don’t know how you can go on
Doesn’t mean the world will stop to let you off

The raw red rough of it will drag you to its lair
Doing what it will with you, there is no hope to spare

Unloved child you must go on
Lied to and misguided doesn’t change the time

There is nowhere to lie down and sleep
No safe and sheltered home

So dry your face, pick up your pack
Carry all your freight

Close your eyes to beauty
Close your ears to lies

You are the only oyster
The sand your only prize