Monkey Shines

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The last of my tribe,a nation,no more,I sit and smoke alone

why not the evil paints in shades of black and I must find my expression in its hughes. My core is shaken,my spiritual sense is being put to the test,i have no idea what the color the litmus paper should be when it dries

This whole soul of mine

Does speak, except I can’t hear what

It is saying & they aren’t listening

to me when I’m speaking, sadness

She always at a lose words,those same

words are the back draft, you can

feel the disturbance & its power of the

 the door as time passages who’s anger pours from the bottle to the glass

The Great Equalizer

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