odonko-ba
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did they think not their secret would be found
silly of them to think their lie could endure
planted beneath a sycamore a quiet shame bounds
the two of them forever obscure
to live life in shame hounded by hell's hounds
without a bone to barter their future bleak for sure
living lifes regrets standing on hollow ground
beneath a sycamore where wild flowers spoor
a note of regret for who soever shall find whim
hangs their life and dreams
dancing on the wind
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