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Yammy B.

Updated: Sat, 23 Jan 2021 12:34 pm

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Native naive New Yorker. Growing up in the backseat of the city’s madness inspired a few lines I’d like to share.


“The sun, the severed head Everything is a delicate touch from changing Oh unhappy spring Busy bees trapped in a skull Create a new me that serves who I was once Slick droplets slather the sun So kind in their approach Bouncing betrothed Between me and me Oh come the day, the unhappy spring My lover carries notes of uncertainty Bathed in moonlight showered in hollow rays Hand in hand drenched in forgotten blood Shook off our husk and surrendered Oh unhappy spring you’ve got me” “The sound of fear The silence between knowing Who I am and what I’ve just said Might make you cry I’ll never be normal again” “Every line, spot, and wrinkle Was just Another Leaf, seed, and wave In the nature of His face”

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John Marks

Fri 17th Apr 2020 22:31

Y>O>U> have real talent!

"Shook off our husk and surrendered" - wish it was that easy, we have to examine the husk, then fight, for our life. Good Luck and Welcome to WOL, and, yes, I did turn my head to look at you. John

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Don Matthews

Wed 15th Apr 2020 10:02

'Growing up in the backseat of the city’s madness'

An interesting description....

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