Of UseA Poem by VagueOlesephine U. DischelnForever disgraced in effigy. I am pliant to your might's resolve. For everything between my eyes and your face, beneath this flesh will burn. I will raise these arms; Wrap your mettlesome ideals amidst my fear for you, comrade, and You will rise: bloody, triumphant, alive, And in the billowing ashes of my cries. A flickering era of my face still asks for just a smile; maybe laughs. Let me see the temperance of self- I wish I still had. -Disc
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2 Reviews Added on January 14, 2012 Last Updated on October 20, 2014 AuthorVagueAboutI just thought I'd try letting other people besides close friends read my poems. I think from what I've seen so far I can expect constructive responses. Some of the longer ones are old and not reall.. more..Writing
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