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Apr 2016
I lost her voice in silence
In the breaking of the dawn
In depths of white noise whisper
She quietly sleeps on...

Would you trade
For a better way
Or is familiar what you seek
The perfect placement
Of every footstep
On a path
That's on the brink

The road you know
Of jackals and trolls
Do you aimlessly commit
To a limited roll
Where the soul never grows
In orthodox conclusions
Of those old myths

Let her sleep
The harlot's beast
These institutions
Of trapped minds
The establishment
Of government
Has left their souls
Written by
Traveler  58/M/Traverse City Mi.
(58/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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