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7d
The street you live
silence of heart breathes,
Eyes that innocently teases
A conscious that's on lease.
A lie that was once believed,
An egg that ***** wag tail
swept from arms to retrieve,
Crows don't always set to sail.
Numbers on your fingers failed
When she's scared of your deceived,
concerned mail from the Neighbour,
anchors truth in a nearby Harbour.
RyanGeoffreyHayward
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RyanGeoffreyHayward  46/M/Australia
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