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Lotus Feet, respectfully, war sure do wound.
You know You and I know. Sun melts butter.
Fire hardens a human heart, or tends gently.
It's my old opine. Nation recruit troop. O lie!
Pain, anger, a seethe kills. Sad. Prematurely.
Hearts grow hard. Crack, or as a garden will,
Earth opens slow. Seed 'words' enter fallows.
I believe I sense a heart aflame. We touched.
A nation hellfire flame purges all anguishes?
I believe enormous hurt, and the darkest taint.
I say that in comrade brotherhood/sisterhood.
What a family. It's a universal family. A truism.
You/me, Lotus Feet, Ay, groan, moan in griefs.
No professor of law, no trained bugle boys/girl,
No pallbearer can say the proper... Dissertation.
It's to struggle, fumble, choke, gag, and heaves.
Lotus Feet. No Never Ever ZIP another black bag.
You know what I mean. Please be gentle. Touch.
Touch wars crime scene very tenderly. You know.
You paid up. Be tending thee heart as if a Garden.
