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marbles kissing
I'll break apart like a marble
of sledgehammer smashing
strangers of this fable,
I look the eye into darkness...
Heresy is a cursed word here
but its all I have ever known
since before and after dust's cleared
and too fatigue for weeds overgrown...
Strangers are often comfort and warm,
honestly without such a false charm
A shoulder for the days we so mourn
after bullies cause us shattering harm.....
Bleed into me like the tap's dripping
Fading Ghostly like a new spectrum
of failed repetitive of the names hissing
The rusty old end and a new beginning
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RGH Poetry
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