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Jul 4
I stepped out of line,
my own ethics,
ruined the art,
in the gallery
fond of and
desecrated.
My voice is not
owned
by me,
I'm not violated
by my God,
I'm responsible
but so are you.
You knew the hawks
were in the sky
and circulating
and circling.
**** those skeletons
shut tight in closets.
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
Written by
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward  47/M/Australia
(47/M/Australia)   
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   Vishal Pant
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