Ox Broke the Stare
stealing essence often vanity forced another look knowing again imperfections with the second glimpse another consciously without vision thorough wickedness wearing the same size a stranger beside doors opened to darkened corners comfort zone of tension and turmoils, notorious honor the proof is the ending for he who loses his faith under gods only watchful son is without final lesson.
Copyright © Jason Schropp | Year Posted 2015
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