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Gord

2017-05-23 12:00 am
The moon meets the earth.
Gravity failing,
Dirt flailing,
Stars in distance waver,
Their faith imitation.
Full life intimation,
Planets align,
Languishing minds desire,
Darkness within fire,
Which tapers and eventually dies.
So hope your hero pursues ire,
Producing a more temperate climate.
Men forged in water, 
Are Birthed in peace.
And Forget their place,
Yet say their piece.

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