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FrequencyI; tall in beingFrequency by ~its-not-human
Breathe deep for the sake of concern
Often agape and dismantled
Drowning my meaning
Liquid gold curiously coating my veins
For me, comfort at depth
Holds the key to my dreams
A manifest before myself and God
I'm sure mary would approve
The mother reaches with a silent arm
And a lame tongue to agree
If she and the father only knew
The bastard son i really am
somberLost in controversial subjectssomber by ~its-not-human
bread crumbs left stale
morning dew seems to lose it's touch
The breaths last pull
filthe can grow old I assure myself
As if to say
The body would move onto something new
No more struggle
No more half witted mediation
A conduit of miracles
the strength of lost meaning
Under the wings of a dragonfly, I
Zeal 
Sta.sh
