Just Missed Him… You’re encrypted, Avoiding liabilities As an ancient tale I think I once knew An image From a pilgrimage Only my phantom eye Can recognize, Possibly a butter For my aching skin, If not, at least, please, A trigger for the Artist’s shivers ’cause you’re engrossed In vivid ponders That keep your traps Sealed while I’m compelled To reveal the rawest Arts of me To you, I concede The truest parts Invested in me, As a kin I once knew, As a tale I hope To behoove, As an experience I want to happen Again but in This lifetime Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Leave a Reply Cancel reply
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