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grace to souls
you'll never see
the tangled hell
inside of me
for bleak the lilt
belies a voice
that which comes
without a choice
halt to deem
the row inside
such anguished awe
a smile can hide.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "End July Premiere Poetry Contest", Brian Strand, Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2017
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