Dream

I’m not gonna wait, take the bait,
hate’s the only commodity
holding together the bricks of my soul;
her dry cracked lips kissing the piece,
burnt glass burnt fingers burnt brain;
grab my whistle, just in case,
can’t remember when I last saw the light of day
can’t stand still, sit pretty, walk tall;
soon enough I’m gonna lie down,
gonna close my eyes,
gonna go to sleep
and finally find some peace…

– K Poleet

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Omar: “Come at the king, you best not miss.” – The Wire

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