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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1655305

contemporary poetry

White forms on the
circumference
of your consciousness
Cruelty ;

( a strategy
we never miss)

A cold,
blustery wind
settles
in a corner
of the heart
losing;
(the memorable part)

speaking in tongues…
I understand nothing
It’s the cross that we bear
It’s a faith that we share
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