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I Was Unsure – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

a token given to a world lost in decay,

a love replaced by a hateful word,

sin upon the breath,

storm in the air,

softly systematic,

violently bathed in red,

we given,

yet it was taken,

a road relived within words written,

tasked to be loathed,

uncomfortable,

medicated,

sedate,

we remove the soil,

and plant a tree,

surrounded by designer drugs,

that separate the me,

from the me…

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