Venom of distrust
is without an antidote.
Alas, the soul rots.
Veto the doubts of
indecision. Ardor will
amend the hurt heart.
Victory is nigh
if friendship strengthens its bonds.
Allow no blemish.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoésiePoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
