Random appearances bear crippling wisdom,
brushed colors walls washed down 'till grey prisms,
stabs throat... shamming tall over my inner kingdom,
Could the swilling waters suck these frailties down clouding holes' ransom?
Skim edges just enough to leave emotions abandon.
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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...
