Yours TrulyA Poem by Radad Ibn NasirA reminder how the truth hurts.I clench with the guilt of your shame Yours truly, Blame. Condensed with an ounce of pain An unruly grain. I form a hideous perception too real Yours truly, Sex Appeal. Scorned reflections intercept zeal Lustily you kneel. I hide my monster you so easily unleash Yours truly, Mr. Beseech. Slide saunter and crooked underneath A step away from each. I throb woefully at your ignorant ways Yours truly, Praise. Bobbed knowingly, confidant play Acting so far away.
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StatsAuthorRadad Ibn NasirYoungstown, OHAboutA voice without a canvas is just an echo heard throughout time. Sometimes children ask me to play, so I play. The elderly beckon with wisdom and I syphon. I think I was born an expression... I hav.. more..Writing
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