Shine the path. Someone
commits to die without pain,
disengaging from the jarring religions.
The chill will not go
by the little bottle. There was artificial
love to make the ends meet.
Avocados were talking
about new impacts. You have lived
enough. Where the pits go?
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Comments1
so deep, even excavated line by line
this worded fountain of insightful wisdom
shan't ever be unfurled in its entirety,
testimony to how you've tamed
such a wide ranging, yet focused - study
with practised skill of brevity and conveyed sincerity
whilst managing to deliver, such acute commentary
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