Futur IX - Gord - Aspoet
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Gord

2015-11-03 12:00 am
Tragedy of the writer's,
Self penned, Self authored,
Pampered as law owners,
Forlorn as a poet.
God's handless write love letters unknowing,
Upon a bench perched, seeing nothing odd, 
Lies to himself,  creates really false. 
Did they not want drama,
Or is non-compliance, fault?

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