False

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.
When you think
That you pray
You merely wish
For no yesterday
Your anguish
And your woe
Declining to
Help you grow
Are your
Slavish servants
Offering your
Only chair
Which you have
Reserved
For despair
.
.
Agawela …03.13.2017
â“’Bearspawprint2017

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Sweet Taste On The Lips

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Our center wheels
Tumbling, unbalanced,
Spiraling beyond
True reason.
Ice hard heart,
Shields of razor fear
Cut slices of sorrow
From your feigned
Indifference,
Yielding
Soul nourishment.
I dine on starvation.
.
Agawela … 05.01.2016
â“’Bearspawprint2016
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