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Balm
Days subdued
Promises of sorrow.
The ne'er do wells nature
paints a less brilliant hue.
The mundane wreckage
of the casual life.
Causation sans relevance
to the outward/inward connections.
A gentle toxicity
deep in the meat.
Parables sting less
than knives in the dark.
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Gentle friend, take my hand
hold it.
What is strength
in the face of forever?
Bravo For This Balm
"What is strength/in the face of forever?" It is lines like this that mostly comprise the reasons why I write poetry (or try) :D
Thank you allets very very
Thank you allets very very much.