My verse that tries to capture everyday
decisions, turmoil and hope.
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Courses unknown...
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I fled the truth for thirteen years...
But it knew my name and resisted the greys -
Even the rose knows oblivion,
her scent swept-up in night wind -
No slowing in the excavation
cavity bright bone 'midst brushed pellets,
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