#218

Three Line Poem

We have ne’er begun for the separation of life, that itch holding hostage life streams unwound.

Love remains an unthought known, removed for salient distractions, life, losers, unlove found.

Whispering water holds the voice of the age, the singing source of energy not bound.

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