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Left Behind

Left Behindby Michael DoyleThere is a coziness to all our liesWhispers the darkness in this monster’s eyesThere is peace in settling the scoreVengeance knows the warmth of its pourLike a blended whiskey that burns down slowSo is our lack of … Continue reading

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In A Place of Longing

Based in part on Augustine’s Enchiridion: In A Place of Longing by Michael Doyle I suppose there’s no sense in prolonging Stating that the gist of life is belonging The rumor has it that its in what we love And … Continue reading

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