Title Me
Symphony sounds
52 sings his solitude song
My eyes feast, salivate for a taste
My quilted heart begins to fray
I am troubled
Vibrant, yet strung out on hope and desire
Princess of placid, patiently awaiting trial
I release the guillotine with my world-weary hand
For the sake of my own
I spoon feed deceit, drip on the bib of those I love
It is a happy spring and I crave a bite of daffodil
To remind me of what it is I deserve
Siren sounds
52 continues his solitude song
Sudden, I am inclined to sing along
And so I do.
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