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Like a serenade
Without music needing
A crystal clear compass.
The music’s in my heart,
So say it’s not man-made.
Say I’m not an object
Trampled in a parade.
You know I’ve been a loner
At one-way parties.
I’ve dreamt of your pictures
Like see-through arteries.
I’ve became a neat freak overnight, overseas
And rose from poverty with riches,
Which can please.
I can smell your sweat in
The seashells we talk through.
“Cater my lungs,” you said
With a smile on your face.
Live, for the livestock dwindles
While the world thanks you.
Don’t leave me; I’ll cry
Till my eyes are out of place.
Isaiah Lawrence 