graphic by brenda delgado
This land is precious, holding back my memories. Oh how I love it. The day we ran here, down this hill, feeling joy and thrill. The pills of contentment took, their names vanished from my head. I wish you were a crew for me but you preferred control. Controlled the game and slowly Took it over. The land the grass. Every piece of it. Every inch. It's all yours now. But could you really take it? Oh tell me you deserved it. It's been on my mind for awhile, think of you somehow. There is... no desire. But I felt the needle, felt the wire.. That connects us now.
Reading this poem is like listening to a piece of beautiful music. About nothing and about everything.
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