In this void I question serenity
gazes are treated as lances,
even freckles are friendless
such is the self;
a bouquet of inward reverence.
Ashen is this dayglow world
the past is pictured fairer
yet surely are we culpable
to be led so astray.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
In this void I question serenity
gazes are treated as lances,
even freckles are friendless
such is the self;
a bouquet of inward reverence.
Ashen is this dayglow world
the past is pictured fairer
yet surely are we culpable
to be led so astray.
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