Our Poem: Same Tocuhes

Love and lovely, bruises that found a ditch
Run around your pole, dancing finely near the truth,
No one every knew what the sins would prove,
Begun rooted at the root,

Jailed and put behind bars,
Rail off the stability to Mars,
Twenty-Two years seems so far,
Lost with the void from the start,

Engulf my troubles and turmoil by your soul,
Tangling with forgotten goals,
Never wanted more,
Woes born before

Epilogue:

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