So far, I know nothing of Gavin Kenyon other than |
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Hidden by a brittle smile Doubt that hides a life worthwhile Distant sunrise, dawning pride Echoes of the past inside Love denied, last high tide Envelopes hope A dream that died. |
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I am an island alone anonymous autonomy, anomaly No heart, no fire and no desire Gathered about me are animals, Free radicals and entry level humans They're the ones I an depend on My imaginary friends Reliable, more viable and happy to pretend They only really flourish At the bottom of the forest Cosseted and nourished by a cold, dark, dank, malaise Where the seasons are all similar And pass through unnoticed Perhaps by osmosis Or some other process True believer, disaffected Not surprised to be rejected How can I fail if I don't even try Happy in lassitude living a lie When I journey toward light At the end of my life Uncertainty, pain eclipsed I will not resist I may yet be missed |
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