Global Interfaith Peace

Oh Savages

“After you die
you shall inherit the blondes using
fresh, strawberry fragrance, polishing
your shoes.

In translucent paradise it never rains,
or foggy mists, but you are bound
by the ticket and dreams, telescoped to illusion,
opaque reward for skinning the innocent.”
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