Tiny Parts
Come into the darkness of mutilation
placed in the small island of the woods
leading to dry land
singled from orginal colors
From what things I've tasted of desire
I hold keys to the heart
that has yet to be discovered
as a love journey
But when grey skies are formed
how can there be room
for the sunseeker
to have a place at
night time....
poem by Shai Cherry
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