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trying avoid sharp edges
silence lacking
i'm hoping moment
define peace, if abstract
free daily din
when life heavy play
carefree days, ignoring
portended
not yet understanding sin
recalling when annoying
picket fence feeling
wrath of our growing
in sounds of clattering
scraping sticks against
once white parallel rails
immune
skipping, laughing, chattering
pressing against opposing forces
of our our naivety
exhausted, laying sprawled
in thin grasses growing beneath our tree
exposed flesh touched damp
, breezes of spring
there thoughts sing
, feelting times know free
there no real need fill air
syllables drifted
through windows, weaving way
through , past branches
along cobbled paths dragging toes
crafting crooked trenches
simple seeds dropped
critters find, nose
once again when silence found
manner of things recorded
using inked quills in spiral volumes
black, neatly bound
trying avoid sharp edges silence lacking i'm hoping moment define peace, if abstract free daily din when life heavy play carefree days, ignoring portended not yet understanding sin recalling when annoying picket fence...
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