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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Without pause to the revolving season, I put a stop to the concurrent words here. I wish to have you many a cue like reason, Jokingly, that puts out my lonely cheer. The beauty of words sent me colors; I listened to its combination inwardly, Guzzled many like drinks unto guzzlers, Without cough, in haste, so outwardly. My gazes went so thin to its slender; I bound the so-called cheerful fun, And a pause cleared my able splendor, Making the summer seem autumn. In all the slightest nod, I form the face— I mean the face of life in peering clay. I began to draw my paint in dotted trace, Challenging to outlive the flames of play. Then I discovered the sun’s ray cannot; In my first instance, I do chin and scream. But it withstands not my eyes’ winks’ lot, Flowing, dripped, jammed—my share ream. Above toast rest the flames of sweet roast, I supposed—maybe—but for care, you think. Don’t mention later, during this twin coast; North could peck down the valley with thy wink. And lay you young in the foaming rock, Just like aches of hope over first moment, Checking through the tick of distance clock For good guard gearing given abatement. The faded image touched my dreaming lips; Yet from it I sip, close my flips, and sing. Though the saliva wets my cracking ribs, Making out tempo of great tune—its cling. Bottom trouble Is to follow up; I mean the beat— Yes, also the rhythm. Maybe I fumble And can’t chin up, Going to feat Into logarithm. Freestyle is key, Style with choice. It isn’t easy— No, not at all. That’s if you agree In your own voice, And stop being sleazy, That you will fall. The choir taught I want to sing, But I have come to catch hearts. Being a royal head may make king, But photographs can’t make images art. I am so sorry; I should have told them What I cared for— Like truly being sincere. Don’t care to make a story, Or to watch and condemn, But to explore to the core, Though not in one sphere. Owing to the view of this gist, Don’t cast more than enough into memory’s mist. But if you can teach me to find the line, And the rhythm to make songs really fine, Contact me @gmail.com slash slaughter; Then I would find no difference betwixt mirror and water.
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