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An art form of such Drizzled on thieves None for speaking While solemnly hidden Is an aging humility That neither souls can retrieve Past stolen and present broken An art form word Nether here or there It shall be blighted Forgotten in lust The written words of the desolate Visions of the spoken soul

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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