Time Adjourned
The throb of the obeisance is to
alternate a action of speech at a unset action .
Yet to breath into a beautiful desire, called Life.
Not long til the sunrise and the fate is pressed
to assign the function of meditation or ability.
-Quateria Greene
Copyright © Quateria Greene | Year Posted 2018
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