Kumquat

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Intro song.

Created: September 22,2018

Submitted: September 15, 2018

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Submitted: September 15, 2018

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.Pure of heart,

with decency,

kindly forgive,

all that we have done,

to ourselves,

and one another. 

Where does one find such peace,

alone,

in a war against itself?

How sadly does this doom,

impending,

without invitation,

consume?

When this life ,

explaining itself upon deaf ears,

talks down,

  condescending,

assuming we hadn't noticed,

growing feathery wings,

upon heavily burdened shoulders,

ascending,

gravity willed,

knowing not,

of the ground, of the sky, or in between.

So we soar,

floating above ourselves

up at the door;

pure of heart.


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