Harlem soaked shrouds,
limp whisking clouds....
Oozing baffled snouts,
sneezy count off spouts,
fluxing temperature in caging bouts,
What may that be all about?
Affecting most within gathering crowds,
vulnerability laughs at spectacle pressured grunt,
beg giving such a jacking ability to run....
Choose; stick to another one –
Your beauty can beam brightly as that of the sun;
but: wilts as despairingly dark as night can come.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
