I've
been
fighting
tiny
wars
all along
line to another drawn line;
Spies
between
be-nighting
unkindly
scores
Fall,
for long
Time adieu thunders on swine;
Confuse the wicked blackness
infuse the nitid sky into lattice,
Wouldn't everyone rather be immersed of colored vastness?
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PuisiMy 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...
