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Serious is bad...
Faces of truth, in love
With a moment to carry on, with us

Churches
Before the seen, is a rose or worst
The tooth you are proud of, is a wager
With the devil, who has seen my anger

Angel
And the words of wisdom, of hell
To quietly wait on you
When the world has its fall, a fool...

Subtract
The tow of it, from me, which I lacked
Mine, and the skip of light that makes us
Sigh, your poison letter is only a shadow to discuss

Query
Somebody besides me
Then and there, I see yours
With a swallow of pride, that collects powers

******
In the hall, on the behalf of each, their adored lead
Sakes alive, a reason to confirm the other half, for many
The punk of any, a place for agony, that has seen your wonder...
what if the good fight, became the food for thought...
Written by
David Hilburn  56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
(56/M/Soldotna, Alaska)   
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