Many manners Many healings

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Many manners Many healings

If only I grasped tomorrow as i grudge yesterday

would eclipses line my tears and bottle today.

Hold my palms as a wife or frisk me like stolen moments

hold it...

Uniforms have settled u and i formed

Gran'ma gran' pa I'm sick of fixed incomes how come our incomes fixed?

Sistah, brotha where were you when the lights cut off n' I'm sick thinking about

my manhood when I was six?

Mothah, father why have you multiplied and left flies where the lining of my stomach aches

in the wake feeling like I ......resurrected

There are chapters that sewed me and coughed at my dreams, led me to believe that a stray is a mainstay instead of assassination,

cousin what kin sins against his.... but is obligated to give advice when his jaded perception, cleaves in the hunger of defamation

Whatever the cost what info rmation do you have for me

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

imjussayin’s Poems (13)

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Many manners Many healings 0
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