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Signed, sealed, delivered… I’m keeping you from trouble. Wrapped in a bubble.
G. Pearson
Knowledge is of God. With knowledge, understanding. The true, living God.
How did I get here? I mimic those around me. As they find answers.
Looking up to her I see myself but diff’rent In all ways but one.
Like a babe up late. These pages have seen much—but! So little writing.
Pressed between fingers. A crunch… at once a softness. Buttery like you.
The black tax drowned me. Hawaiian Air said free drinks. Mai Tai—no! Rum Punch.
Sugar tang plus salt Bite it and don’t ask questions When on the island…
We remember you From Playbar two nights ago You got kicked out, eh?
Truthfully, I knew HPU or High Pac U Either way, I flew
I put my chair back. Haole behind resists. One more push! I paid!
When hands were steady Constitutions we’re drafted. Then…so we’re young men.
Stinging ears, full rage. Note to self: stay on your page. But angels, displaced.
You know what I crave? The blood to wash off my tears. To win completely.
I knew a girl once. But she did not know herself. I stayed in her life.