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i only spat out real things
one can always say,
not spit out dirty spit.
i only spat out real things,
not aim and shoot
for the beating thing
in your chest,
but you threw knives
with your tongue
right when i couldn't see you.
and i have no chances left now.
the man who controls
the small heritage and little blood
in me
said i must shut my damn truth
for i am too young.
and when it is now the day
that this comes out,
i guess it would be the last time
that i speak out.
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YOU ARE READING
Finite Infinitives
Poetry𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 ╰ a c o m p i l a t i o n o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d "I haven't done everything I want, but in the realm of reams, I already did some."
