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summonsing poetry to write a poem
in need of tones to write a note
hoping it would float across the world
at the speed of light to help my life
to save one too this is what
is due to my debt plunging
deep in depth to the place
of death windswept smack
into the big red tall wall covered
in wounded...ness of the brave
who hail from fires of 3rd degree hell
leaps and bounds not hard to see
yet easy to miss on a clear day
silence runs away from the contagious
thoughts caught in cages
like sick cancerous secrets
God is in control Satan's in charge
the devils at large mentally disturbed
perturbed enough to punch a clock
in the face for telling time too slow
waiting on these kernels to pop
into fluffy foam buttery clouds
a dream deferring into nightmares
the fragrant dove flowers about
throughout the storm torn ceilings
