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Abstract

How hurts yoke Pain that pokes Feel split ease Snap at peace Harsh words hit Such bad wit Noise pokes fun At sad run I know this Pain kills bliss Feel verge brink Hurts that link Drown in tears Sketch odd fear In the end Taste sour blend Lost end game As hurts blame Live with pain That funds gain In due time Hurts pen rhymes Leon Enriquez 31 May 2018 Hamlet Place, ACT

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