A poem simply sounds the bell, o
f that which words could never tell.
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WHERE?
T
o where might we fall,
Releasing those taught,
Moral guides,
To stare at lust,
With our heart's intent,
Not so much
The slaying of a dragon,
As holding hands with innocence,
Playing shadows,
On the wall.
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