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Mar 2019
Life we don't?
Asking the mete, of a sojourn
Tis' and history, the order of our kind and homes?
Are in chaos, but for the eye's we earn...?

Names we didn't?
Time, to span the dole of courtesy...
Likewise we're certain, the gift
We render chaste, seems to be ours, the first

And last door on confusion
Taken to our vice, our vision of all
Who would, admit and secure an intrusion?
To the hip of comment and commotion, in these eye's we fall?

But the silence continues on...
Wished for angel's on the tip of the tongue
Many and maxim, to satisfy a jealous wrong?
That we saw in reality's eye's, also a heart among...

Pain, understanding or life to lead love?
When you same the count of simplicity...
For a nature of complexity, that has made a covenant
With us?, the liberty in question to avail a many...

How?
Disgusting or discussed with a mutual live
We know the laughter you are hearing, is a cunning house
Taken to example for a just but baring hap, in the robust, give...
Written by
David Hilburn  55/M/Soldotna, Alaska
(55/M/Soldotna, Alaska)   
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