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I am 

I am the Sam Cooke of poetry.

I see you and envy your deep words on history

I try just a little bit of tenderness

To remind myself, and maybe you too,


That love and kindness

Oh oh oh

They’re true qualities.


We forget it exists,

forget some people have,

                            can have…


Don’t know much about politics the way you slam

fiercely like it’s your last jam.


All I know is love has taken me far

The soft words they are spoken so gentle


I crave for people that can disconnect from their ego.


Nature reminds me.


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What a wonderful world



don't tease

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