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Dec 2016
Squished.
Into this barren plane

With time staring
into ceiling skies.

Wondering if I (have)
                            will        make it out
of the cave I was placed
before I die.

Won't you help me,
                  dear friend?
I cannot seem to recover,
                                from the places I see
and have never been.
                                  from what I hear
but have never said.
                                  From what you tell me,
I complain too much.

Then you turn to me, and say,
it is the strong
                                  that keep us meek.
The strong that keep us safe.
When I tell you, without honey
                                  nothing is sweet,
and no one has ever been safe.

And you turn, and I do,
And we are both sitting
in the same cave,

                              I, unamazed.
Written by
The Green Swine
167
   Doug Potter
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