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Mar 2021
Proper tension
And a callous work, of sublime notes
Of a truth in the realm of compassion
Kind and hindered beyond a post of hope...

Withstand
And majority to fend for the rue
Of courage, even in a hatreds collapse, hands
Are a collection of finishes and fetishes, asking a friend to due?

Metered by the solace of an eye
Sore futures and language to understate all
Misery is but a coping here after many, the rhetoric to lie...
Upon the still bared shoulder of unity in a shadowy smile?

Sour sophistication
Looking the part, and the stir of when days come to a fruition's art
Solidarity to know the obscure, is no way to go, into silences
Cough of superiority and its champion, the taste in an awakening hour about to start...
Written by
David Hilburn  55/M/Soldotna, Alaska
(55/M/Soldotna, Alaska)   
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