In The Scattle-Born

In The Scattle-Born
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Andrew Defrederico - 2021 Oct 05 22:31


Where into ways be peace of mind deceive
The lacking foretold of sanity treats
These eyes of mine to an upside scale
Riding the storm of a sat in darkness dim
The rows upon the fields breathe the stare
That to me is a roaming of boredom to take
To a night's fall in a western culture
Waving back and forth-coming, a shadow rave
This too, of mistake became, eyes of storms
In the daylight gone, hatred reigns over
Of the pain in my left arm, bereavance scorns