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Aug 2021
to poison the mind;
with no actual poison
but the mere thought of.
-
to poison the heart;
to plant seeds that may harvest if the air is clear enough
for 1 minute space in time,
to break the chain of misalignment
where the skies are dark
without elements to fill a certain form.
-
faith wavers,
consistency is misplaced,
integrity & discipline
are lost,
still finding way beneath disgrace
through generations
of conveniently consuming creation.
Written by
the black rose  F/the islands
(F/the islands)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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