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Sep 2015
I would rather tear apart the witness
Frozen, he stands on the ground
The truth is a marvel, a lion, a moat
I conquer! I siege!

My monastery dance, no ankles, no *******
Hello, wandering eyes, left - bereft
Swear your majesty their tragedy is yours
I look upon theft for reward

It’s all porcelain before quake
We meet and you sit not anticipating shake
My weight falls great to outlast days
No longer! **** me!
Feeling Real
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   hello poet and Sara Murray
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