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Oct 30
So silently,
smashed to  smithereens
like fallen branches
from a  gum tree.
Weepingly,
agony atoningly,
in a thoughtful breeze,
The leadingly
to cause the whispering,
rocks the balcony of the ranch
Can I ever be free
and live my life not sinfully?
And finally tastefully......
RyanGeoffreyHayward
Written by
RyanGeoffreyHayward  46/M/Australia
(46/M/Australia)   
45
   Immortality
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