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Capetown bully
Strangled by indigestion
Not because of what I ate, but
What I continually consume, through
My eyes, nose and ears
For my stomach must be its layer of
Comfort, for
I pulsate on high
Just to relinquish my complicated
Complexion, which many deemed had
Satin like qualities,
four corners of hatred

See, Due process has lost merit
And love conjures so deep, its
Slave like antics, has conjured its works
And dissolved through my cerebral valve
Disconnecting my index, but
I continually file through
Pondering up traffic stops, to
Release search teams
With one purpose, to
obtain, kill and destroy all manipulative antics
to halt all distractions, to
assure the coalesce of love

for its liquefied state
has not departed through lesions
left by the soothing touch of sin, but
only lied back to witness the destruction and thoughts of divorce
but through the process, I conjured time, and
evaluated each line before signing, and
what was revealed, separation from love
was probable, but
the capability of divorce was impossible, due to
the sacrifice of my father

By David Johnson