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Jan 2019
when i heard,
those silly words,
that slipped your mouth,
i took to heart,
their honesty,
I was devout.
now i walk,
a path without,
weary of the skies to shout.
surely luck,
if I'm bestowed,
will suddenly say my name aloud.

and that will be enough.
charles
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charles  31/M
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