Bodies of all colors hanging from the trees,
Bodies of all shapes and sizes swinging in the breeze.
They've lost all pigmentation,
Green to the knees.
Nearly all have lost their families to certain degrees.
There's ways to still communicate with much to lose.
The only way we know to numb death is with drugs and booze.
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Poems To Make Your Teeth Rattle
PoetryI am mataya moore and this is a random collaboration of things that my go through my brain, turned into poetry.🗡
