DeclinationA Poem by BlotterFind the reticle.Burning; (a desire) hands in the fire, but this time much higher.
I cling to my prior heartfelt (and mired) role as a liar.
Now comes the choir; a greek chorus I hired, but I have grown tired of the thoughts it has sired.
Untried, untied, united; declined.
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Added on April 18, 2013 Last Updated on April 18, 2013 AuthorBlottertacoma, WAAbout"You never forget the touch of pen to paper, of ink as it flows in line and verse..." more..Writing
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