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   mummycullen@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (MummyChunk) posted:   
   > teleportation wrote:   
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   > > Five   
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   > > Five was a fiery revolution   
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   > > Whirling around sol in a trance   
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   > > Even splinters are trees to the ants   
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   > > And recovery is a redwood to me   
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   > > For all that was written was not done.   
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   > > Five was a girl-fueled solution   
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   > > To problems unspoken but known   
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   > > In my heart of hearts, she has grown   
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   > > And she'll always be the loveliest smile   
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   > > To've shined light into my life; but we're done.   
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   > > Five was a path to restitution   
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   > > Its spins got me all tangled up in dry   
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   > > As my child within learned to decry   
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   > > The forgetting of a brotherhood defiled   
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   > > Having ignored all these years what he'd done.   
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   > > Five was a best friendship's execution   
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   > > Fallen out as our love was contrived   
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   > > It's perplexing given how long it thrived   
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   > > But that fracture was a bang and a whimper   
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   > > And I refuse to regret what I've done.   
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   > > Five was the sincerest absolution   
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   > > The soul's penance must come from within   
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   > > And with the love from my dearest of kin   
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   > > I will reflect light and heal my split self   
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   > > Then all that was written will be done.   
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   > 20 years ago today   
      
   Some great obscure poetry in the archives.   
      
   Thanks for posting, MummyChunk.   
      
   😏   
      
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   > http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=658533033#658533033   
      
      
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