To trust any words heard
Or spill any voice spoken
To raise whilst contempted
Razed truth asunder
Under bequeathed breathless wonder
Slandering o'er verisimilitude
Tumultuously timid wounds
Seems a deathly mistake
One shall not afford to make
More than once to thy grave
Each fault lies contemption
O'er silver seas sown distention
Nearer to thine own heart
Evermore beats in desolation
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
To trust any words heard
Or spill any voice spoken
To raise whilst contempted
Razed truth asunder
Under bequeathed breathless wonder
Slandering o'er verisimilitude
Tumultuously timid wounds
Seems a deathly mistake
One shall not afford to make
More than once to thy grave
Each fault lies contemption
O'er silver seas sown distention
Nearer to thine own heart
Evermore beats in desolation
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