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Jun 2018
Out my eyes
I catch the line
Horizon out of reach
I walk my feet
Indentured to old ghosts
I separate

Out my eyes
I cast the line
Horizon out of reach
For ease has had its time
A gift into the wind
For a peasant's sake

I've seen what comes with ease
My choice: to walk away.
A Simillacrum
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A Simillacrum
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