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Tilted Laments
Is it my grief?
That i behold?
That i knoweth ongoing sorrow
Waterless doves?
None other, a city?
Just? As a city dweller?
Dwelling, in mired filth?
Unconquered mime, play!
At once! Be tainting…..
Project at them
Boredom? You wandered…..
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kevin mathenia
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