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Aug 2020
The seething service, words, you have enough gold
Replaces with a sniffle for another award  no meaning
can't speak mirror, doctor folds
Razor eyes cut glancing looks
your attention presents a tamer than ornery
pause for  creativity
Had this status been something good or bad for your time?...
or was it your *** caught in working to sturdy...
Mountains you're  an Andalusian on Adirondacks an Adriandak

It wasn't interesting working for the little Pan inside of me
a touch closer to sinn fein bought for systemary cracks

No less, tougher in the rain and forms of the unbroken bid to tear me right in half are little allies as...
A ****** of crows surrounding to beat down the pious orders for redemption, and perhaps what God asks of us...
in the end

Unfortunately man and woman don't know huge states of faith as.. The aforementioned metamorphosis and struggle must all be accomplished under the suspended identity and disinterests
"Join now"- an important band, cackled the mortal doors to the person yet still responding with amoral codes
Sand paper paddles from azimuth through every insect from creation swatted on the intellect like a drinking tab left for revelry of Irish families at Saint Patrick's day pub
Whether it stings ... you're a cat and can have one fish in a homeside pond
Yourself'll make you pay for it with revelation and function
simply because it exists rather than elitist celebrations..
From which many have fawned

Honor, triumph and suppose to displace
these waves that took you there
The same old sun, it ain't any other way, the farmer sends food to the table each of us share face that's glib, old and young

With increases in patience the experience takes us (at least!!)
farther than we could've expected ourselves to go,
in this mixed existence of... our inner scathing
versus this... our seething world
one's self versus the world...what to do?! Perhaps try to make revelations of effort with  poetry!
KorbydAngyle
Written by
KorbydAngyle  50/M/Hyde Park Los Angeles
(50/M/Hyde Park Los Angeles)   
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