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Aug 2015
Destroy thyself
Kiss it,
Thy prisoner,
Farewell.
Thou art ice,
Old like stone,
A poison to all that is good.
For thyself,
Thou weepest.
For thy brother,
Thou savest no bread
No wine.
For thyself,
Die.
Yet for thy child,
Shed tears
For thy life art instructions
And thy life art for thyself
Open thine eyes
See thy good Father?
Dost thou heareth thy Father?
Love thy brother
Share thy bread
Teach thy child
Thy Father hath spoken
Follow,
And love
Mak Waddle
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