everyone 'ad once beguiled my eyes
along i'd walk in flight not mine
etiquette, i'd murmur.
unquestionably, the scorns return
my ears ablaze from discipline
barbaric screeches, unwavering.
bow down, bow down
(the storm would roar)
i step aside now, take a hit
of fresh sea change
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hey, thanks. i wish i had more to say about this, but i just don't.
thanks for the feedback, though. i appreciate it.
p e w
a nice read.
glad i found it today.
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