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Dec 2016
Small sound- suspicion suspends-
unimpressive form, poor pose pretends.
Dogmatic dreams descend,
fighting fostered- ****** fists fend.
End; explanations to expend-
in afterthought of actions brought,
can you make amends?
Shallow scars, these weeping wounds I tend
from hands I, hesitant, extend.
Compassioned companion, familiar fiend, this friend;
though virtue my vantage, destruction depends.
Disordered deception, incestuous trend-
integrity, honesty; all traits liars lend.
Expressing your ego, advance, apprehend;
acknowledged afflictions, i cant comprehend-
in self, sole survival, but still you offend.
Forgiveness my faultlines- can intentions contend?
Jaded or jealous, yourself you've disowned-
in pressures your problems, attentions atoned.
Unable, unstable, you're sand still, not stone;
no company's comfort; all same, just alone.
Though mind may revolve, these thoughts are not thrown-
my hospice and healing are stitches ive sewn.
Foundation unmarrowed in cancerous bones-
the frame of a house still could not be a home.
Andrew Crawford
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Andrew Crawford  31/M/Ohio
(31/M/Ohio)   
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