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Photograph: Sal Rojas
Guided Missile
Guided Missiles Whistle
with warm Dismissals,
ignited strikes take Flight
and make this Life superficial
When wishful plots blot rest-
Bad Thoughts manifest
you get caught Lost in this Game
Aiming Shots at my chest
Invested Powers to Devour
Towers wills of Good nature
You've traded Poison with Flowers
Emotional Warfare Engager!
What major Change has befallen
your callin' Strangers against me
Such Pretty eyes lie in Waste:
it's only Faith that you're Testing.
I'm resting Safe from your Scornings
each Morning Sun shines in Space
but the very Schemes that you're Holding
Only Explode in your Face.
This one is dedicated to an ambitious slave girl called Malinche.
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