Lassoing the tempestual
Makebelieve,
Cowboys riding with the
Notions of fair weather,
Little kids in classes
Surrender,
Glass eyes mocking the
Light,
Or the other things that
Can never turn back
And devour
The cannibalisms of
A soulless heart,
Dining of its cold
Surrender.
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