Cry and cry, till I die

Can you hear,  I want you by me

As we used to play

In the long golden grass, 

My beautiful one. Long gone

Four years, but still with me

Played till state authorities saw

And stole from us our life, 

Raped us for themselves 

Persecuted us, we ran, not mad

To escape their tether chains cells

Far away, beyond altitude. 

For we are ...

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{I'm Out Of My Head}

Rose's are red,

Violet's are blue,

I'm out of my 

head with thinking

of you 

and all I want to

do is to go to

sleep to dream

of you all

the same 

©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2016 but posting here on April 14,2018 

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