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quiet ......

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                                                            ­why not ?

:;:

Vain words

Saying nothing real


Is all we have here

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away !

These old dead farts !

//

away !

We shall love for real !

Free from the past & our

Tiresome  conceits !

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We shall be pure !

//

Insanity !

Be gone !

We have played their game

For too **** long

and are becoming as foul & rank as they

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In the silences we shall dwell

With real

Angels and saints

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We shall
Return when

All is known

To love you

And to help you grow

Into

The image of a fruit

From a sacred fertile tree