Whilst a medley of us
lied upon the flocculent canvas
An ever so comely
sound had been shaped of the void
‘Twas the sharp sound
of supremacy coming to pass
Though honored am I
to speak
Upon the sweltering
passion
‘Twas an invitation
like none before
Scourging these bones
of the dark
Of which they
habitually drink
The quaking quite
mollifyingly
Renders a sense of
solidarity
To unfathomable
tribulation
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