Everybody Knew

The wholeness to his pain,
a truth out of a sound

a lacking of synergy placed that isn't a place
of favor not being of the transferable
to silence upon a place as this,
being so lacking existing silenced upon,

a path this least not adorning,
the talk that isn't a consumed rudeness
out of the impassable, this the man's consumes,
laughing fulfilled out of an inability from the opened downwash,

as the man laughs and they
drop this downing,
loving the seal alone
broken up,
love, that isn't a sure thing.

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