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Feb 2012
To take this tortured, tangled test
Makes me mock my many marks
Leaving loathsome love letters
You yearn, yet yielded your yelping
Words with warnings wearing weapons
Lips like lovely lakes leading lowly leaves
Down doorways, driving dreary dreams
Away and abdicating abrasive accusations
Breaking but bowing breezes bark beatitudes
Simple songs sail seemingly softer seeing such symmetry
Carnage can’t conceal captivating culprits
Even eager enemies envy enormous egos
Fake falling faster from frightening fails
Having heart helps heroes
Greater gears going give gifts
Just jeer, justified

Because none of this makes sense to you anyway.
Shane Carmichael
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