hayden mccain

The meekly

mollified man

subtly sews

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The silent soul

who sullenly

seeps within

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Wrapped in the reaming

red rustic

ribbons of right and

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But as we begin

to break down

and burn

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The hurriedly hushed

hound who

passionately persists

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We’re the stars

stammering

through

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Grimly grown

Into the

youthful

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The timid tenderness of her humble

hand hurriedly hushing all those invigorated voices

Freely fluttering

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Stiffly staring

from a faded

frightened far

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Back when

all that laid ahead

were the unheard

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