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jwhhobbs22

Jan 10, 2025

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How we once were strong

Words, whispered

An agony

Entirely academic

Rootless, turned

As easily by pure or apathetic thought

But others

Few, through all years in aeons

Suffer physically

Though they do not reach

Stars, the flames burn

Unnoticed, yet not invisible dreams.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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