Monday

 call this home

children of the sea cry out for help.
as we walk past
the dead bodies.
my soul is awkward and stands still.
i can't speak
my head is spinning
this is making me sick.
I watch the children's' souls dance together
while the Earth is on Fire.
My eyes cry out for a full moon while the grown men weep.
their motto is protect and serve.
close to you baby, close as i desire.
like fire on a flame.
my heart is for you.
i want to get close to your soul
i said close to you baby
so close i don't know what to do.

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