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Till Lightning Splits...

Thy self a grand impostor,
what other people see

A bark that hides what fate ingrains,
a cover that deceives

It's others held opinion,
that pulp you hide behind

Till lightning splits your trunk in two
-the roots left undefined

(Ronald McDonald House: February, 2020)


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