Your ego brightens my day
like a tumor on an x-ray.
Please dim it for the greater good
since you have not even earned
it's value.
You bought it out of your father's wallet.
Does he know that?
Your ego brightens my day
like a tumor on an x-ray.
Please dim it for the greater good
since you have not even earned
it's value.
You bought it out of your father's wallet.
Does he know that?
Over and over the ride awaits
A carriage good and sound
A go, to go, forego, we go
and now the round spins!--
tilts on it's axis no more or,
freeform expression a painting perhaps
He pleads and begs with knees rusty and matted
Feet of vines to soak the fall not bound like his wife's
before Dysentery dragged His sword
into her glowing heart.
A guarded truth of us
We turn the pages
One by one
For we are the stories
Without endings
Like mirages that only come true through
a cloaked gaze
They are dug into history
Encrypted with prints
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