Justin Long

Rookie - 64 Points [Alex Freeman]

Solace

O'er the approaching madness,

Was their worry alight,
By a sun ever creeping,
Graves riddled beneath a canopy of the brightest light,
Covering the roots of the tree who,
By any other name would make sound the phrase,
Life hath gone and passed my by,
Beseeched that I may change my ways,

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