Mason Maestro Poems
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Pulling down the ramparts to wash
All in all I'm so glad we're still there
Otherwise I'm afraid I would sink
So I'll continue to write 'til I run out of ink
What of the miles we wished to share?
To leave my friend behind, I wouldn't dare
Whatever The Reason
They flagged you man- barred your soul
Parts apart- Whatever the reason
I start to season in pain from treason.
I lock my eyes on the parting seams of your dress
No, not me
I'm an island waiting miles away to set you free