Got your little soul
At the back of my hand
Tearing tokens
Of your demeaning self
I hate to tell you
But I ain't real
Honor was one thing
But glory ain't feared
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Intrépide
Poetry[HIGHEST RANK #10] [HIGHEST RANK #123 in poetic hashtag] A book for poems written by me, and me only. My emotions are what a book folds My dreams, may the sky bring you to fly. My desires ain't to fly high But to dig with the palms And the broke...
Fear
Got your little soul
At the back of my hand
Tearing tokens
Of your demeaning self
I hate to tell you
But I ain't real
Honor was one thing
But glory ain't feared
