It all patched away like golden, opaque bubbles
Over the illuminating, white plate
"Finito!" I exclaimed
The beam that I dream that I now loathe.
"Finito!" I repeated
Can't even grasp that it's spazzing away
Would I yearn it a year after?
Would this "finito" be the same?
"Finito, finito, finito!"
I called as I rapidly drain
Would I miss and mourn it?
Would it be all the same?
But as I state, it all patched away
Mount and fluttered all the way into the unknown
Hereby pondered again and kept fidgeting my uneven nails—
"It's the end, all wrapped up; finito!"
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Final Amends; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 3 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "I could easily and hopelessly fall- although I'll release my all." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES.) Copyr...
