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Oct 2015
That women there silenced jaw in a glare
bold bands of devotion streaked through her hair.
Defiant soles to the tops of a stools
speaking conviction to deaf eared fools.
Your everyday overdue
fresh eyed, baby girl, honey sweet, jewel.
This is a verse from a song I've been writing. Unfinished things are unfinished.
Ren
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Ren
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