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koko boocro

Since the rebirth of goodness

Invoked by a rebellious nature

Which was often reconstructive

Where love was more conducive

When lines had to be segmented

While stepping back to observe

The demarcations it had created

Where feelings were misstated

In the middle of what was

An upheaval in the very existence

And an unhinging loneliness

That played on every weakness

Having left behind the emptiness

Which after so many tiring years

Had long ago morphed into a shell

Encasing nothing but a practiced hell

Caught in the web of habit

One indication of doubt again

Aroused those archaic familiar fears

Of possibilities that may disappear


Caught yet again in the act

And refocused possible energy

On the mammoth metamorphosis

Through which life must transit

With marked changes emerging

And a renewed source circulating

That blurred any such dividing line

Where a potent…

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