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You sorry soul Beyond self-help Yet once felt whole Your taunting laughs Green scorn like kelp Pains deeper stuff You tried too hard To frame your cuts Bloody brave bard Your mad, sad looks Your ample strut Bait hides vile hook You did your best To snare vile odds Yet loss found fest Your sorry flesh A drowning nod In final crash You loiter here As embers flare A dying seer Your broken gaze Fits haunting stare In phantom maze Too late for each As fiery wares Burn beyond reach Leon Enriquez 09 September 2017 Singapore

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