Jacques De Boys

I'm sure this has happened before...
 & 
this is different, but no different. 
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I got the scars of a lion walking through trial.
No one will ever sleep my dreams.
Not only am I without you–motion the tactics–I am alone in this dream.
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Where waves travel with the slightest of worry. 
Can I think it carries a sorrow?  
It is full of a darken misery. 
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To the sexless nurturer, the one that 
rapes the long suffering of abstinence.
I've noticed your equivalence to Uncle Tom.
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I pulled a twig from the tree & watched its finite linger.
At youth, I wanted too much my dust to be mingled upon yours.
However, I have never met the grass that belittled the sky.
For the grounds of suspicion-
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Love must be ungrateful or your interest must be 
over rid by rude men. Who will believe that I 
beautified all my comments for you? & your old 
shrugs, like leftovers, could stretch the taste of 
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More healthful than a valley of dales-something like an aerial drawing.

Harsh whispers are suspended. No insults to my joy.
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