Joys is another's loss of ease
Love seeketh not itself to please
We challenge our thinking
This is a
crafty reflection
on our lad of ennocence...
A day was fading a dark evening
It is death clothed in flesh thou lovest
We are warriors in dust
Wrapped in mortality
Slaves of each moment
Lighting borne by furious storms
Rolling dark sounds muffling the sun....
Most times i look nervous
My mind is in poetry
I have to deal with...reality...
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