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i would cry out, give voice my wild rage if that would loose the bonds, arrest her plight but cowardice sustains a safer silence long imbued complacency of guilt --ensconced escapist narthex ease and shade-- i do not speak the secret all avoid when speaking it condemns me to a pretense loathe of self the ears that hear and do not hear deep cloister  of a falsely sacred quest to give into the hands encompassing us all which hand it down again, below a conscience as above removed, vacant as her eyes
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
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i would cry out, give voice my wild rage if that would loose the bonds, arrest her plight but cowardice sustains a safer silence long imbued complacency of guilt --ensconced escapist narthex ease and shade-- i do not speak the secret all avoid when speaking it condemns me to a pretense loathe of self the ears that hear and do not hear deep cloister  of a falsely sacred quest to give into the hands encompassing us all which hand it down again, below a conscience as above removed, vacant as her eyes
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vircapio-gale
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
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