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Poetry

Divination

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Your son turns restive in his sleep
Whispered away by morning to dusk

Verses bloom along his wrists and throat
In bright sentences his name is cut

Topical Poem

Hip Hop Found Poem

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Aim for the sky. Cock the shit and shoot.

The block is. Hot, the block is hot
Ashes to ashes, dust to... Dust
It. Watch it. Turn it. Leave it.