What’s in store?
Evermore What’s behind? Nevermind Leave the crippled Cankerous nipple. Follow fortune Like a scorpion, Shifting sand Hunting and Meeting it’s purpose. Cycle circus. Burn it down, The sullen frown That you live in Underground. Rise up. Drink the cup Of inspiration Veneration. Spin within it. Not another minute In bandaged blanket. Their boat, They sank it. Collapsed into river. Drank it, Belly full. Floating hope To the sea 6/19/22
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