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Poetry
is about the quest
for truth and beauty
not vanity
Dark Evening clouds
shedding last light on water
an eagle fies by
if i were dead,
what circle of hell would i call home?
I thought we would be done by now.

But I keep finding more of you
between the lines
and more of me
between the letters.
letters love
 Apr 8 Gerry Sykes
Kezexxe
Not all wounds.
Turn into scars.
 Apr 8 Gerry Sykes
nivek
catching a moment
in a jar

and its gone
before you see it

before you put the lid on
you are lost to a daydream.
Poetry is more than a friend
it's the voice of religion
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