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we should learn to get along before we learn to sex

hope is a first breath, the first minute as you begun,
hope is the last breath, as water takes away concern,
your heart, grows real estate in your lung.
if I was a nurse I’d administer the prescription of kicking you in the ass.
if anything could make you human, it would be the way you disregard the past.
love has a limit, contained in doing what you could.
love is a habit, transformed in doing what I wish it would,
if I was a lawyer, I’d argue your case and your dismal hopeless final appeal,
if I could strike a motion, I’d overturn your death sentence, to condemn you too feel.
Mostly we’re just striking the drum, beating a rhythm that resembles a man, ol’ John Henry droves nails in the ground and understood the machine would kill him if it can.
locked away then forever unstrung. If sympathy was a nuclear target, we’d get together embraced as one.
we’d gather in the cities, holding hands up lifting signs for charities,
I’d rather say it to your face, sugar coated freedom lures you on your knees.
the way height is measured for the athlete fleas, turn away from a child who begs
just do with me what you please,
oh and the border, where lines and mechanical guards are modern monstrosities,
it’d funny how blessed we are to gather in the shade, in the park, on the same root of the same tree.

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