JamaicaShe whispers into the wind She carries within her Tomorrow's light A yellow crescent that hides Behind the faint glimmer A small spark of hope Fuses Into the atmosphere A voice says If you listen You will hear the Limbs of Dandelions Fall weightlesslyJamaica
She stands as she leans against the hour Life is before her It speaks in tongues Prophetic lisps Syllables patois-ed and rich Pungent flesh Red ackee Salt fish
Jamaica christend her She impregnates her with sweet mango Nectar dips into Dunn's Riv
Sweetheart dance
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/matt
I think deviously, therefore, I am deviant.
[devious technology designer / community whore]
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