I feel
Blood boil beneath
The ache, and an absolute
Thunder of a thousand
Frantic, freakish faces
Who have heaved
Up urges unknown,
And though then, they
Would whisper when
The garden'd grown grey,
Tonight, together they
***** **** and power
My more mad
& ****** delirious daydreaming:
To soar the sky - sun or shadow,
Fly or fall - Fear
Makes man mean;
And I imagine incredible.
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 5:08 AM UTC
I feel
Blood boil beneath
The ache, and an absolute
Thunder of a thousand
Frantic, freakish faces
Who have heaved
Up urges unknown,
And though then, they
Would whisper when
The garden'd grown grey,
Tonight, together they
***** **** and power
My more mad
& ****** delirious daydreaming:
To soar the sky - sun or shadow,
Fly or fall - Fear
Makes man mean;
And I imagine incredible.
Originally written with magnetic poetry. Admittedly, two words were changed for the sake of decency and precision. I'll let you decide which ones.
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