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Jul 2013
never dreamed that you'd be here
in the harsh light
of rolling wind
unfettered by toiling fingers
free of the recoil of shames blank face
some write some
some read
some dare to dream of a paradise
only to find a land of disintegrating smiles
seeing both sides of that hot coin
makes my eyes dust
read what iv written in her eyes
with my unsure hand
with my fractured heart
with the knowing
that after this
i am alone on this sea
with naught but starvation and stormfront
she quickens
its abyss or absolution
turn my eyes away from the open sky
i cannot face whats written there
she walks up to me
but frowns at something she perceives and drifts away
some write
some read
some dare to dream of paradise
only to find a land of desintergrating smiles
and the infestation of mirror cracked rooms
whos occupants are at best shadows of
the root of all evil (womens pink loafers)
mark john junor
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mark john junor  59/M
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