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Reveling After Dark
Not built off rose colored rhymes
Rather filth fire and the rot of time
Stories whispered too dark for sleep
Smoky muses begin to slowly creep
Art of the past and possible emerge
Electric waves through fingers surge
Sleep cast aside in favor of medicine
Rinse repeat but never ever rescind
Originally cultivated from hardness
Enough room for love and fondness
Inspirational roots come from depth
Backstories cast in darkness’ breath
Forged steel from abandoned sins
A poet’s soul wears a tattered grin
Copyright ©
Christopher Delegans
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