Black lights
Revealing the long legacy
Bob Marley and his charcoaled mop
Symmetric design in the red streaks
In her eyes
The both of us
And Al Green
A crow speaking from the speaker
Of wild sex
And erotic pictures
Feathers and all
Nothing is better than bare feet
The moon shining its beams on a rusty cobb web
Makes all the difference
Losing us in the corner
Of a hell within
Fire blazing in our mouths
And on our joints as well
Enduring a truth
Fate is not real
But destiny is all but a testament
To save time we continue
To visit and re-live
To listen
Not to the world
Just the crude misfortune
Of the breath from our lungs
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