Jan 2016
We spend our days with passions smoldering,
inside the haze we're seen, shouldering
a renewed faith in truer selves, hold high,
lest we view wraiths, impure, sell bold lies.
inside the haze we're seen, shouldering
a renewed faith in truer selves, hold high,
lest we view wraiths, impure, sell bold lies.
I absolutely loathe couplets.
