There's not to be a place for unresolved blame,
heart's needed rest from residual pain,
tear old wounds by means of own leisurely sane.
be whist upon grassy blades,
do not attempt hiding to seek within jilted games,
they've grown accustomed towards free-formed play.
old rules instilled: needn't be uttered or claimed,
ears fall short beneath forceful range,
dark dwellers have non-sensory depraved.
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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...
