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Poetry
Kaz Cruse Akers

Favorite Time of Day.

Sunset on the hill. Favorite time of day. Bats, bugs, birds. Flit, flap, buzz. All the searching. Seeking. Surrender led to the top of a

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Poetry
Kaz Cruse Akers

The Color of My Skin.

You murdered me because of the color of my skin. Not because of my culture. Not because of my religion. Not over territory rights or

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Poetry
Kaz Cruse Akers

This.

The setting sun as a backdrop. The brilliant red, pink, orange painted across the sky. Lying tip the hill In the cool grass. Warm air,

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