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This is a rash initiation rushed calibration brace yourself my child in the water things are waiting I'm not much for celebrating more for penetrating thought what a rush it is to see a man asleep beneath his cot join us at this table for a bounty of the flesh then let us scribe the tales of monsters, who to us are us to them go to sleep my sweet young sparrow as I pray for picturesque for the mind is but a canvas that we colour in with stress I have spent the darkness dreaming of the light that is to shine but in the daytime I stay longing for the rays within my mind in the end there is beginging and at the start we long to finish what a finicky transparent way to be, my prayer is finished

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Date: 2/15/2016 11:27:00 AM
Chriss, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA
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