the shrouds are soiled,
without defense,
the curdled salve is laid.
no time is spent
without pretense,
the just of karma's paid.
we wallow in,
and swallow shouts,
with efforts all but flayed.
so born to age
through wrestling bouts,
and expressions left unplayed.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 1:10 PM UTC
the shrouds are soiled,
without defense,
the curdled salve is laid.
no time is spent
without pretense,
the just of karma's paid.
we wallow in,
and swallow shouts,
with efforts all but flayed.
so born to age
through wrestling bouts,
and expressions left unplayed.
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