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No Hiding

No Hidingby Michael DoyleSometimes truth is stranger than fiction,With a whisper of angst, you find it in the friction.It’s the slow burn of ambiguous moral values,Hammered hard as if by some forsaken miscue.I like a friend with some mischief in … Continue reading

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The Slow Crawl

The Slow Crawlby Michael DoylePushing past the slow crawl of another dayEdged to darkness and I begin to prayTo a god that I feel unsure ofBut who has a sense of humor disguised as loveDeath is a way out of … Continue reading

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