Untitled by Alycia

Jul 2014

Untitled

Your exquisite demeanor mocks all
as I bare my soul
this make-believer.
Weakness wafts
waves of the despicable,
how they wish of darker times.
Irony rules here.
Consort with me,
my loves.

Written by

Alycia The Great White North

(The Great White North)

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