justice a word to my bloodline
am out of budget cant show love
feeling my summers see no faces
wishing for more love than spices
not the same but see no changes
no often into scars nor emotions
we cant drain the blood we share
nor stare breaking our rare stories
my concern into no longer faces
I lived for us in blank or fulfilled
from wild roses came loving losses
from golden came loving horses
a present from pasts
should stick to the game plans
©julianuyum
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