scriptures I tend to exercise,
got lost from this poet I dont recognize.
sorry to those told to step aside,
from friendly fires to avoid jeopardize.
o, fresh lilacs
grown in the middle of street.
friendless when is pitch black,
stepped on by wolves dressed in fleece.
as wounds heal,
look at scars, how it made me feel.
from the womb, marks from lit cigars
were instill.
Mango Biche 