My neighbor was so generous,
I wish for it, sweet even stares.
Looked after with the slightest care
watching my dreams over their shoulder on the terrace tear.

neighbor were:
A struggler and a slave, grumpy, torn, machine-men and morsel.
They shed their skin for kin, 
to fill my pocket and an empty tummy.
I mistook them abii(father) and ommii(mother).

Later my feet grew blue of warm and cold.
Quilts torn clinging scattered seeds of corn,
frowned forehead by my bloods' whimper.
"curse you son of devil".

A doom to their gold caravel,
saw a coin when looking through their boots;
flick to the right side, shiny, safe and sensitive.
Cause a kahuna to surf through and revive honor.
Breaking this chain against this neonate abuse...

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