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Aug 2010
Where’s the love I forever knew? That walked so tenderly on this plane. I saw it go down like a sunset escaping the sky. With hopes of resurrection I saw it burn and burn.

Sadness in caretaker’s eyes, resentment in tranquility. Tides come to make anew. Only for us to stay troublesome. I’ve relinquished my hate and capsulated my love. I am a lone trudgen that slowly crawls.

Hangin’ on by my developments, I hear the hopes of me, but cannot pursue. My sanctuary clashes happiness, but relapse in melancholy deep inside.

Is it the taste I sadly commit to? My mishaps, so dear that I even know not of. Why can love be so fake and hate so real. My brothers make all audacities hesitate. I feel the pain, but plunge undoubtedly inside.

Was it your departure that I crawl? Or was it me divulging through this mess. I cannot bare my stance. It seems all to routine and blunder some. Why cant simplicity embark our voyages?

Your expression dwindles with your sin. You give in excess, but take all until the end.

My mind suddenly sees, but for you only to read. Why can’t my company cause your fire? Why is our memories fogged by this current alignment?

Why must I plunge down to the bottom of every sea. Why can’t I float upon the masses? What drives our scene must be taken and smashed.

I embraced the earth as if a heartily hug. As I feel with you a bashful tug.

As I stare to the welcoming sea, I see a new set of eyes gaze at my shining light.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
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