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>>>Kyle<<<
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The concrete
is swelling
my fist
is warm and, oh
how it runs
with grace
that it sheRAB
as my swinging
fist sways upon
the air and saying
it's daily prayer
on the face of
a stranger who
regarded me as
a friend to be
perhaps in a sense
unconditionally, but
fervor has me in it's
unmatchable decree
that grips and
chokes and tears
and holRAB and
bears the truth
that I was hiding
for all to see
but not forever
as that would be
a most careless
rendition of this
play of which I
am always the lead
to guide to see
and fight and bleed
upon the street
where I will bear
a wholly immoral
but blissful stare
into the face of
this shining and
parting red sea
upon which at the
bottom will lie
a return to the
peace that had
once fledged my eyes
that grip and dance
upon a pair of
once pure hanRAB
lightly clenching my
soft, beating chest
is swollen and open
and spilling it's mess
on the concrete which
with fists I have
surely been defeated
is swelling
my fist
is warm and, oh
how it runs
with grace
that it sheRAB
as my swinging
fist sways upon
the air and saying
it's daily prayer
on the face of
a stranger who
regarded me as
a friend to be
perhaps in a sense
unconditionally, but
fervor has me in it's
unmatchable decree
that grips and
chokes and tears
and holRAB and
bears the truth
that I was hiding
for all to see
but not forever
as that would be
a most careless
rendition of this
play of which I
am always the lead
to guide to see
and fight and bleed
upon the street
where I will bear
a wholly immoral
but blissful stare
into the face of
this shining and
parting red sea
upon which at the
bottom will lie
a return to the
peace that had
once fledged my eyes
that grip and dance
upon a pair of
once pure hanRAB
lightly clenching my
soft, beating chest
is swollen and open
and spilling it's mess
on the concrete which
with fists I have
surely been defeated