Jeshhkar
the widow weeps in the night the emperor starves himself in a cave i don't see from the rigged stone what it is outside? in the frosting light? whence we all crawl shall we bath in sea of wine the paved walk of bugs wimple scarf turban spreads the omnipresence of silk violet shall it be summon the snails
TheDisorientedOwl
@Jeshhkar That's genuinely good poetry, you pretentious abuser of thesauruses.
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