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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)


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