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Post by thefleetsin on May 2, 2017 15:42:18 GMT
his voice reminds me
i wanted to write something for the sages. something nuremberg big but not too many pages. still there'd be the occasional rages and loud hand gestures reserved for kings and jesters. for i still hear it's echo calling through out the cages we lose ourselves in pacing in front of the original sins you refuse to let go of. his voice still sings to me even through the other epiphany's your gods throw at me hoping i'll be impressed.
sjw 05/02/17 inspired at this very moment in time by blaise.
from the 'beauty series' of poems
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