Generate Unaccomplished
Let's stay ignorant
hiding a reality.
Clouds brimming with snow
generate unaccomplished
crimes. You heard some phrase before,
it was designed for you, love.
An barely reality.
Whoever may ask
it's veracity, will see
your organ shattered.
Copyright © Hugh Rowsky | Year Posted 2020
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