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Juggle

At late hours I sit, Silence hurls calm wit; Shadows hurry sit. Sanguine words emerge, Quiet time in still surge; Juggle with blank urge. Odd the awkward feel, Strange verse rhymes frame thrill; Watch how stern lines peel. Tragic feel now leaps, As tentacles grip; Passage of lost trip. Drama can feel lame, Token in dead blame; Edgy with good name. Know that hallmark brand, Words echo once grand; Fret with you my friend. Weary hours spill time, Nothing much to rhyme; Sketches of strange mime. Leon Enriquez 02 October 2018 Singapore

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