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L is for: Like

  • Writer: Dave Soyars
    Dave Soyars
  • May 25
  • 1 min read

Alive and thinking, Dave was as well. Like

Knowing what he know, he listened and spoke,

Lit new fires.

He had been torn apart, for reasons. Like

Knowing he needs. Why couldn’t he say?

Chorus: you did.

 

The eternal answer: he needs the most

himself, then you and. Then you and then you.

It’s the other mess of things

That turned this into a gotdanged problem;

Once known and panicked. It’s the gift I gave

To the world outside.

 

When I do, and do declare where I run,

Ruin, resolve, raid, once said, restore;

In amongst the blades,

The full hold and the chest again heaving,

The man repeats: not this again. As if

To you- someone I like.


5/26/26

(C) 2026 Dave Soyars

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