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Oct 2016
In a rush of tactile symmetry
he heard her voice so vividly
she whispered softly

" You can't get rid of me
If you can't beat em
you are left to set em free
Teach patience
Practice chivalry
You've cornered a beast
now act accordingly"

I've sobered up long enough to see the moon
and half the plagues that
were drowning you
I only wish you could see them too

Alone in a room with 9 million people
gazing through the rain at a pointless steeple
I realized nothing, all at once
Except- trust the water
and that you are evil
Written by
Niall Power  Brooklyn, New York
(Brooklyn, New York)   
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