stabbedA Poem by seathAccursed as I am, still I esteem to
do well in the least way possible. Though Prudence came running as far
away as she could " Beseeching the quivering equilibrium,
I stood. Atlanta‘s passion grew dripping -------- Dripping malevolently--------- Intensely------- Her tongue assumed--------- The wrathful form of a sword
--------- And instead of letting it land on
this chest She spins the spade in radial
massacre on my crest. Accursed as I am, still I seek for an
oasis of chaste vindication. © 2013 seath |
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3 Reviews Added on February 4, 2013 Last Updated on February 4, 2013 AuthorseathPhilippinesAboutthese verses i --- had (carved for),and craved for expression... i owe it to the idealism which is possessed by my consciousness more..Writing
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