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I have feathered light on skin,
been told more,
yet scolded,
heard the game sing, sputtered, mirrored,
but it moulded,
me,
I've been unkind, unwise, obtuse
yet learnt the truth,
of the unfettered kind,
poetry not dancing,
God stands in the shade kinda stances.
I made in my youth.
Written by Mo57
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