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when We Hallucinate our known fear

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when We Hallucinate our known fear

When we hallucinate our known 
fear,
In the act of offsetting the 
spiritless stouthearted 
whereafter, forworning ownself 
out of sacrament, 
Much less to these rangers; from 
rescission, Is risked to be 
answerably clear of the 
recidivistion,
on our ragout heads, Wouldn't  
that of yours beg the question 
read, In a beige gloom gown, 
lest 
the snag is the unbeknownst 
bokon,
By its saracenic harem wast nigh 
of the alopecia, as trying tardy in 
some doubtful ways, Men left 
out in its tincture realms, spun in 
the air like a coin to come to face 
the face,Grappling with, It is 
hoped, Kinglet soupcon enlace, 
Estranged from what has 
besought men engendered.

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  1. Date: 2/21/2013 4:43:00 PM
    Hello Kelechi, your poem is deep... this is the offspring of me... pd

  1. Date: 1/22/2013 6:23:00 AM
    A fine piece of writing my dear friend

  1. Date: 1/2/2013 9:35:00 AM
    This is deep and profound write my dear Kelechi. I love it and had enjoyed reading it. Thank you so much for sharing and your warm wishes and greetings in my blog. Again happy happy new year and more blessings to you this 2013! love/hugs, Leonora

  1. Date: 11/20/2012 7:04:00 AM
    Do you know what "alopecia" is, what the word means? It means "no hair, or a balding condition" so therefore, I can't make much sense out of your poem, unless it has something to do with the fear of going bald? hugs, catie :)