The small summer droops
We move at speed
We set out earthen jugs and water
My mother and my father sang, but not together
Again and again, horses, horses, horses
I am in no way eminent though I have dined with kings
I want a girl with white, white skin
It is the same, I think
A Chapel, but no garden and no view
I stole a bullet
I try to remember me, a boy, always forgetting he is dead
Aunties are fat, or stand like brooms, they are never in-between
Fat Moonsky
A bride with anger in her eyes
Silverware
If all the blood, all the blood, a lake, an ocean?
Tell them about your country
I would die for seeing her
Really, it was being locked away
This is no place for ambition
They will shutter all this up
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