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untitled#3 (Free verse) by darby pyn
Shades extend off tombstone podiums grabbing
more with your eye's than words could ever
touch. transgress beyond your conclusion. live
in the now. sandpaper handshakes contort and test
the limits of your reservation. with one exhausted
thought the sides fall and your at the crossroad's
of your day. impulses breach the veil between
thinking and doing. etiquette is lost to the
monotony of the day. nothing is sacred no one is spared.
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