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Oct 2019
Named for sexes nature
Willful and observing the taste
In a relationship's source, an open curiosity
To question and answer the bared promise

Will we step over that line?
Has it ever been anything but...
Salt in lore and its composed shadow in time
Will we save the rue of growing thought's and spaces meant

Shall we begin?
The tooth of religion
In sour ways, we take the times to overture, in a careful horizon
To see the chastened, the simple, and the prodigy of again

Seeing is believing if you have no eyes...
But might makes risen worlds, a named shame to fight?
When all of a shrewd thought in your direction, is having spite
The tow of unity is ours, for a joke and a song of what is right?

Yes
I do, and with a remnant kiss to remind
The thief of assumption in the many, is me with a lest
Anger that comes to these, for a legend of sense, so sublime...
Written by
David Hilburn  55/M/Soldotna, Alaska
(55/M/Soldotna, Alaska)   
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