Poem -

Kilk

Kilk

Goat 
sit
Feels
Nothing too cry for
Milk sit in it
Or
Walk on this
Folding beds
Notes she looking 
Heat beats deep
Shallow heart
Passes on
Gold
Tha rose
Tha other down
A dead man read
She seems too be me
again
Riding edge fall 
So many
How do you 
Say bye
Everyone fall there they are
Not so
Pour
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