A note from Sweety Bonita

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Land of Humans, S.V.P.

Who am the birth in your backyard
That you’ve come a-poem
Infinite births seeded
Are on hold

Your starry hands out in the sky
Hide a heart ready to reheat
Not enough for each other
To look mobilized, to

Hide behind words
Reflect common goals.
Is there no Love where
Inside the mud we rolled together

Had poetry-smeared
Open wounds
So to
Continue reading S.V.P.



R Young


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