[ noble charge ]A Poem by winter;lyranoble charge in your face ever dampened if ever lasting they were never your lips to tremble ample orders so far inherited dress your form in doubt inked spots mark your blouse hinting stout mouths in bout but is it ever your own? so far wherever you're stoned the streets route mute noon finds you asleep your kin finds you unfit nobly amiss akin to one kinless a comrade in Sisyphus is found noble charge
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