DEATH
You took from me, soft kisses
You took from me, warm hugs
You took from me, my safety
You took the ones I love
First, you took a child from me
But left me here to mourn
Then took from me tomorrows
You took the rising sun
But left me here alive to see
What more one day
You’d take from me
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I’m a lifelong martial artist. I’ve written since I was young for myself as a form of self examination and therapy. Growing up closeted during the AIDS crisis and in small town Kentucky, I didn’t feel I had many options for outward expression. Life is different today, and I express what I feel here.
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