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Morte Corona

Running from
the voice of my conscience …
who's deceiving who
Guilt ridden fear
embedded too dear
one and one still two
Trying to change
what's inherent
my thoughts both twist and bend
With words falling deaf
death's coronet
-judgment reprehends

(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)


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