The Brute's On The Way
Show no trace
Must make haste
Ensure nothing's misplaced
Until everything falls into place
Shh.. the brute's on the way
Hush! quietly clear the pathway
"Ev'rybody must make silence!
Cannot anyone see thy's presence?"
A collection of poems written by aquintaine.
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Melancholia.
Poetrymelancholy, blithe and bewildered poesies this is not a place you'd want to enter
