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Assembling
Assembling,
you that you do all a whole
grab my pieces and put them into place,
some god conjured them up
incomprehensibly.
Please help me
I need my hands in their place
so my body can be crucified again
either as a man or as a woman.
When my masculine was born, I told him:
“You have one hundred years more the less
to save the world
don’t start trying too late”.
When my feminine was born, I told her:
“You have one hundred years more the less
to save the world
don’t start trying too late”.
As of me, I hope that now that I’m born
it is not too late.
Published 19th Feb 2016
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Anonymous
19th Feb 2016 12:46pm
Bits and pieces of your selves.
Shared sentiments here, are
aloud as thunderous peaks
A beckoning one.
Shared sentiments here, are
aloud as thunderous peaks
A beckoning one.
19th Feb 2016 1:13pm
Thank you dear.
All of our pieces are needed before it's too late ;)
I wrote this poem from the deepest of mine.
Kiss and love
Art
All of our pieces are needed before it's too late ;)
I wrote this poem from the deepest of mine.
Kiss and love
Art
