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Unique Circumstances
the guilty heart pricks
irregular beats
among dead men.
the same heart knows no name
who owns a heart?
without a name
how’d I taste you
erase you.
In my heart I have you…
in times even beach is bed
at times circumstantial
the will and the danger
of being turned around.
the bend ahead
forces my hands
ahead I went
marched on to greater flings
sometimes I think
I shouldn’t have.
