What’s in store?
Evermore What’s behind? Nevermind Leave the crippled Cankerous nipple. Follow fortune Like a scorpion, Shifting sand Hunting and Meet it’s purpose. A 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. That boat, They sank it. Collapsed into river. Drowning, drank it, Cling to Driftwood And Floating hope To see the sea, A slippery slope 6/19/22
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