robyn selters

I see your face
Chiselled pure
Studious refined
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every way we turn
we want to do our thing

we balk at yielding
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alone is familiar
though humans abound
clouds remain
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humble
is the one
who sees the dawn
with all its
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sage
humble
is the one
who sees the dawn
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Man assuming dominance
I’m not your oilstone
For sharpening skills
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Repercussions of a path
Careless with our ways

Choices made
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Can the sun
be contained
in a smile?
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tender child
respect her flame
or burnt cinders
on scarred soul remain
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Acceptance…

what emerges
resigned gasp
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what is not owned
faced squarely now

will strike one night
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shallow lives no better
than beasts that roam
in packs
devoid of will beyond
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Sit silently with steady gaze
Confront pure obsession
Until one hears the voice
Of frank confession
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your eyes speak your pain
though you don’t deign
to acknowledge the rain
soaking our lane
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let us friends forever be
though a cloud we barely see
obscures the necessary key
as we struggle just to be
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How does one live
Amidst the shame
Of loving where
The knives had lain
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do you love me still wench

since I laid you on the bench
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