The myrrh of scent freedom becomes the wrong
insight the everlong evening song and broken bread
bring tooth the left unsaid freedom in hypocrisy
mine given unto see live and then a union bring
sufferance democracy
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A sublime start with a nice poem, Kevin. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.