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May 2011
How hard it is to believe in thou, when thou distrusts themselves, nor
the spoken word that departs from my own maimed mouth.
You maimed it though, feeding thou as if a baby, but your
brutality hence forth separated us and no longer are we a
conjoined twin but rather yet two separate beings, who wish upon
the same midnight star.

Speak up!
For the world has stopped on it's axis to welter in you
privy affair. Accustomed to thy nature, a forest of hindering
branches you portray as home, nether the less yielding you
furthermore from where your actual origin bellows.

Banished thee, as of criminal intent, but thou victim, and
victim thought of thou to be innocent.. then why banished?

I ponder thee..
Written by
Dow Chapman
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