A gathering of truths, a gathering of lies
Company's always given yet never goodbyes
More vivid passes were never heard, considering the passes never were; (Never were) spawns suspicion of past, present and future
Return only in solace, given one twist, the thought that solidarity then ceases to exist, return in audience is ill advised, return at all is best kept disguised,
In the end all things combined, one never dies alone who has a crowded mind
A.B.
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Nice moody reflections A.B. I like the clipped snippets, like snatches of conversation in a crowded room.
The counterpointing of passing reminds me of Robert Southwell's 'I dye alive'. Thank you for sharing it!
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