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A scar is time-placed
A junction of the mind
With places meant to be
An ordained sample
G
enerously clouded into
Our lives and times
To pass, but remain
In our minds, as
Mind and man, flesh
Rot to nothingness.
A distance too large to transgress
A time too mighty to ignore
Our pleasure's fancy whisked away t
o rest
A hope brought firmly down to nest.
A shout from home of other days
A rendering of soul's first urge
To find and keep it; the call
Imbed's in memory's lost soul.
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