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Conjure me in troubled times
I'll release your conscience of doubt
Or fold me into your senses
When boredom begins to sprout
I may touch your heart with my goodwill
But I'm not capable of touch
Witness my calming remedies
Because my figure isn't enough.
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A/N Dedicated to the genius Gibbsie for guessing correctly!!!
I'm also running out of things to write about, so if you have any good ideas - pm me!!! Just make sure you say 'for p.o.a.' somewhere in the message (otherwise you could just say 'drunk donkey' and I would have no idea what you're talking about).
Okay, comment if you know what the poem's about!
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poems of anonymity
PoetryWithin these letters I have sense, Without the explanation, Written by a creature, Who secludes my configuration, Do you dear reader, have the knowledge, To decipher me into meaning, And unlock my true appearance, Understand my formal being? ... Cop...
