in worn shoes rubbing at the heels like a tick
a fevorish disease we cast a mean eye
a heavier shadow that we can forgive a friend
afforded he does not turn coat in clear conscience
no peeking through the rear mirror, tore apart by a notch of a loose elbow
a too common tale of reckless refusal to be guided by the hand
lost we found ourselves in the beaten path nevertheless for the valley deepens at the end.
what giveth, taketh
offense perceives A catch
named, read
cannon, over
history naked, betrayed
His
form At prose, disagree (Able to speak)
venerable hate, positively necessary
sacrifice.
One day God was missing,
we took note late as dignity overtook
sight a dizzy spell enchanted by the notion of speed
a blitz from hand to sleeve, the horror no ghost
This is me telling you it is over and there is no escape should we turn back
we will only circle right back just as the sleep diludes terror
a settement without a doubt.
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