I am dirt
I do stain
corners in
my brain.
Thoughts
produce it
on ground
I now sit.
I live now
I breathe
sound now
logic sees.
No matter
what I do
I find I do
bruise you.
Will you I
beg replace
this bitter
empty face.
A smile I
request see;
a sad brow
sits on me.
Forgive me
I beg you;
I but dirt,
feel so blue.
Maybe that
I feel color
is why I say
hello brother.
I have arms
I not alone
can relate I
you condone.
So hear me,
my thunder,
we are same
deep under.
Very good!
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Thank yeah girl!!
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You’re welcome
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