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Broken Frames

Before the fog of trauma I saw pearly gates Ajar with festivities of joy and laughter I remember frozen moment in time Brazen forbidden touch, my mind unguarded. The number three precedes four or more The late Veteran's flag is triangular My frame of mind saw oblivion I stood broken before fog of addiction. One, and only One seals broken frames The prodigal snapped to his senses Gold of souls won't rest unpolished Fog of years will be abolished. I've read a thousand books before Only one filled my senses with faith galore One, and only one gave filtered smile A perfect bloom beyond borders. *

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