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Ache Of Kind

Dreams of dust
Powdered rubies and bones
An eternal ache of kind
A line of Light growing
Beyond control,
This want of reason
Lacks of mind
House of papers and stones
Teeming masses pressure gates
Privilege passes
Promulgate
Boom or Bust
Broken fix
Stolen Trust
Six six six
Failing Light
Stolen blind
An eternal
Ache of kind
Dreams of dust
Powdered rubies and bones




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Written on 2015-06-16 at 09:52

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Good wordplay. All those feelings and sayings rolled into a nice poem.
2015-06-17



A very beautifully executed write:)
I really like the form:)
2015-06-16