Smiti got a good nose and a way of putting words.
I came home to him outside.
He gave me questions I did not know how to spell out.
My first language not American English.
You figure it out.
Smiti and I said, "so long" and I packed and left loudly
upset by the press so obvious I cannot hide I cry,
"You hurt me. I want to go."
I Drove Away.
I got trapped between them coming up the highway one.
You figure it out.
I'm heading South.
The War on Words
Words Make Up History
Used To Judge Others.
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