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Soles are bloody from
chasing freedom through
city streets. Soul is muddy
from pacing through history-
museums with dirty feet.
Gold and money are the two
life ingredients for sugar-sweet.
Pouring bowls of honey over
carcasses of butchered meat.
Melting coals of chocolate over
goddesses to feed the beast.
To be free is to be brave
enough to feel the heat.
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Kale Sinclair
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Comments (3)
❤️🥰😊👌👍- some poems are beyond words. a masterpiece!!
Wow! I felt like this was a lyric to a song, it flowed so well! Great job!
Again! Would it be too much of a pun to say you are on fire?