When all is said & proved.
& those close, are quick to run.
Clarity will beckon lose,
& sink like kingdom-come.
Tendrils of peace
Fiery rings of freedom
This onus is making me prune,
& i have lost myself in a reflective arboretum.
The anthesis is the self, humiliating disaster.
Argumentations are made in the night to keep away all those laughing ********
sins are sins are sins are sins are sins are sins
failure creeps aboard, and my patience folds thin.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 11:41 PM UTC
When all is said & proved.
& those close, are quick to run.
Clarity will beckon lose,
& sink like kingdom-come.
Tendrils of peace
Fiery rings of freedom
This onus is making me prune,
& i have lost myself in a reflective arboretum.
The anthesis is the self, humiliating disaster.
Argumentations are made in the night to keep away all those laughing ********
sins are sins are sins are sins are sins are sins
failure creeps aboard, and my patience folds thin.
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