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Mar 2021
the old, gnarled oak tree
says he's here
buried sentinel rings
bearing tales of structured deceit
sold as sanctioned to the world,
which suffered in sick and silent defeat.

bearing tales of structured deceit,
says he's here
the old, gnarled oak tree
buried sentinel rings
sold as sanctioned to the world,
which suffered in sick and silent defeat.

which suffered in sick and silent defeat,
the old, gnarled oak tree
says he's here,
says he's here.
a tree tells a story to me
my brain is like the tree.

a man who posits he's found it,
an imposing notion indeed.
take it either way,
he's here despite our needs.

and through and through again
until she landed herself in a genuine paradise,
which, let's face it
can't exist forever...
bennu
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bennu  26/South Philadelphia
(26/South Philadelphia)   
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