The Immortal Wize
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This city smells like
Blood to me
Walking alone
In these streets
I have no home
Where did it go?
I don’t know
It use to be
Right here
Now it’s gone
Where can it be?
Where is my family
Smoke in my hair
The fire rose up
From the ground
Like a dragon coming up
From the sea
It’s too dark to see
In front of me
Man on the moon
Looking down on me
I have no ladder to climb
If I did find a way
They’ll just push me
Back down
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COMMENTS
Majestic says: Brilliant, puts a picture in the mind immediately, multiple meanings and truth! Love it |
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SoFloetic says: Great write |
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2b2b2 says: Superb Parlance!! |
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Wordman21 says: Great realism and love the flow. Great as always |
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paulaskid says: I love it! |
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xclusive says: Nice write! |
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haakimuallah says: congratulations on "Instill"... |
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blakmista says: Eddie Money said Two tickets to Paradise. My friend, you have one of those...Peace! |
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