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memories are left, behind
head crossed over the shoulders
peaking at what, was once mine
violence is this city's source of shine
with each childs cry loud enough
to shatter any lie
but yet they ignore His might,
the strength needed for the body to
begin its flight
you could feel each pain
and judge each way, but
without an angel's help,
each hand extended after,
is far too late

Wonder

captivate it
stimulate it, you should
appreciate it
thoughts unkind
with sights for the blind
head upon the world. with hands
a part of the heart
substance for the soul
a worried mind would've made
these thoughts whole
I could be of this world
or I could be in it
poetic words reveal its truth
but the eyes remained tinted
a different shade,
this skin, than yours,
a burden it could be, but embedded
is a love in this shade that you can see
with a perfect perception you could guess
but with a flawed personality,
cliche thoughts, more is less
complicated minds,
a witness to these words that bind