If this isnt hall of fame material, then I don't know what the fuck is. This was amazing man.

Artists paint symbols on skin of soldiers long forgotten,
As we pick from fields of concrete searching for cotton.

Fucking kiafsdkjgvhgbv. It made me want to touch myself. This was deep, and...Fucking good. I never really critique poetry so I dunno what to say really, but it was good man.

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