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Aug 2021
this morning he had
taken up an opposite
window

cried if i want
a heart unknown
as my own

and  be
some distant joyful
land

called wild
(even a crispy bit?)
he would not be

tempted..not
an oat-
separated seas


by vast civilization
cry uncle
but in the jungle

he steadfastly
remains
lays tomorrow..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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