Poem -
On bottled up bologna
It's calm as she's true! Her faceĀ , such a sailors delightĀ
Yet pried within , where the sun does not shine down upon ....she boils with rage ...deeper and deeper it goes ...
It's silentĀ
It's bentĀ
It's shameful to the earsĀ
Sad sad my heartĀ
Like a storm it ravaged and it shook . Beautiful disaster displayed acts of angels and the darkĀ
Yet that's stuffed down , like our guilt , like our pride , maybe fear ? Let's try truth ?Ā
They all mingle and play together, get caught and plea to the otherĀ
It's these things I want to talk about , yet they are just to deep to put forth casually. Just to hidden to casually find .
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