Parallel
No sense of outline no taste of integrity.
Balance remains staggering.Days changed
hazardly.Night kissed the stars as the sun
licked the scars.Pale lite white saturated
timid ungrazed meadows.No cause
don't tremble,remain parallel.
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Copyright © Jason Jenkins | Year Posted 2019
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