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Jul 2013
I am so weak, who should be blamed?
unless my cry was deserving.
The fairest  wind languishes
and still pick her spoils far deeper,
more injurious than moribund life.
This jaded ideal, sprang from the tyrants pass
this  earnest clanging,  this inarticulation.
topaz oreilly
Written by
topaz oreilly  england
(england)   
492
   Zoe and Timothy
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