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Feb 2020
All pretenders drowning slow,
lungs to fill with every breath

Casted off amongst the waves,
nothing spoken to redress

Treading water, spewing lies,
legs to flail in wasted states

Choking from each word unsaid
β€”trailing death within my wake

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Kurt Philip Behm
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Kurt Philip Behm  kurtphilipbehm.com
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