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Apr 2015
come now, fresh soul of pure intent
reach and grasp this human torch
of day and night and all mortal woes
abort your paradise of no constraint

choice is no privilege of yours
until the moment in which you breach
but go back you can't

'tis a forwardly motion you must endure
unless you choose wrong or quit your fate
yes, purest intentions can lead to hate
but also to love

come now, young life
heed this call for blind existence!
poem poetry soul life human day night love hate fate
Jason Cole
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Jason Cole  49/M/Guntersville, AL
(49/M/Guntersville, AL)   
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