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Illimitable Boundary

Don’t kill the light’s Too much is left on the table Too much. To leave My life, the greatest fable. Losing touch – lost belief Tragic origins serve no excuse Defended Resisted Stubborn and vulnerable All charity I refuse. Another victim of societal abuse Not willing – or even able To see clearly To unfetter and choose. End. Written December 08th 2014

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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