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So says the tree birds
Fly, fly,  and glide through the wind
Right errs,  kith and kin

Talk through the hat?,  No
I beat everyone hollow,  
With pearls of wisdom

Sour face filled sorrow
My nerve reeks with self disgust
Rolled over mats of pain

Rusty,  dipped in oil
Path lead to non savored quest
Unreal,  yet lethal

Duel not with me,  poet
My pen's tip never like yours
Mine do bled crimson

Hurt me,  love me more
Cease wallowing in pity
Break me till am dead

In bony fashion
"My version of tomorrow"
Live through thick and thin


©Pen of a true Gemini ™
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