Wolfgang Schumacher Thompson Poems

She came wounded and sore; a healing commenced that day.
Few years later, she enter with broken limbs and swollen lips. We started a new birth of healing.
Few months, she came with torn wings, feathers plucked—out of her mind.
The healing never existed, never commenced; from
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Tea bags still in the cuppa
Filthy little boy— pull up your trousers
Unsoiled with the tart, inadequate bones with pills
Loins sore, awaking with the luminosity
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