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The Charm
With no respect for labels,
dead branches on a tree
Refusing thrice to do the dance,
a worthless reverie
Rejecting their consensus,
all singing to the choir
Each word anew I write in blood
-whose truth I do aspire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
dead branches on a tree
Refusing thrice to do the dance,
a worthless reverie
Rejecting their consensus,
all singing to the choir
Each word anew I write in blood
-whose truth I do aspire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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The Charm
The Charm