The Second Step

The Second Step short poem

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Assembled casualty, repetition of conflict from the time of its start until the approach inside your heart, just before the last beat.

Instrumental are the events that correspond and implement an almost unjust desire, circumvent any time spent and repent. Repent for me and repent for you.

Killer was the Jew who flew his entire flock and sold the world in stock. Killer was the Jew.

42 in whispers and salted rain and crystalline down my stubble chin, I am him and hymn we shall begin; as I sit in an awkward silence, on a red and green stair.

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