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Jen

Jen

'Live and Die'

The title was bore after an Avett Brothers song, for Dillon

‘We’re the same’,
Teetering on edges of lines, I cannot seem to grasp,
And you say again ‘we are the same’.
 
Conflating words,
Of an honest one,
An elixir of free thought,
And they said it couldn’t be done.

A unique poem, non traditional

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