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Poetry

Another Time Of Murder | Poem

Liebe, you say good in me,

What’s your address of light,

I kept looking for it?

Shobo, he says dark in me,

What’s his address of darkness,

I kept asking why of it?

When you sleep,
Awaiting Deathra to come,

I stay on watch of my monster,
It brings people’s worst for me,

And, it tells stories of destruction,
I write for myself.

Liebe,
The way I know life,
The way you know life,
Is the reason, we survive,
Now, sleep, mistress,
Another time of murder awaits.
©sjwordsmith

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