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Feb 2015
The truth was ripe
The taste was sour
A rotten sting of my golden hour

Spawn your dust, scarce without stint
A silver tongue to sprawl resent
Yet, blends of clarity and savagery - aligned to devour

your fragile phantom fathoming
that HONESTY isn't POWER
J Golem
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