Frailty Without LoyaltyA Poem by arcandonUp against the latin quarter boy, or a blade gunning sharply at this, the ones who need him dead but something appears on the musty common instead singing brightly own felicitous troth girl, or a curtain moves that she would sooner trade her frailty for loyalty moments by her side good moments cannot die if that means being sure of what to do until the world opens up open wide throat of darkness and there could be a light and something, someone from before to make a strong appearance strange as heart at war. © 2018 arcandon |
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Added on September 16, 2018 Last Updated on September 16, 2018 Author
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