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Post by thefleetsin on May 1, 2018 22:59:03 GMT
from the ashes of dirt clods
we rose unchosen and unclean we chose to be obscene amid the rancid the outright mean there are no divine who can crop us from the portraits we create we rose for it is never too late to contemplate and thereby navigate beyond narrow gates.
sjw 05/01/18 inspired at this very moment in time as the portal streams beyond the tattered as they scream.
from the 'blasphemy series' of poems
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