Anchor Composition - Poem by Louis Borgo
Like a dream of a tour out a magazine every look of a page like a maze with multiple doors
But yet it is multiple answer.
The phone ring another long days is it to much to say or look at a
a white, red, and black boxes like a Target with no mark what holds to count on.
Under every layer lies some truth is it a dinner out or close door
With pizza weather bearing
Can rage willow take from the truth hunger that is bearing.
House is a house right?
Why take meaning out of the understand maybe to outline
no underline the fury of last slice of pizza chips
with cookies have make a full meal.
Take a workout is the condition to much or is the endurance tha over last the opponent
Sweat or the endurance of fury with in what is seconds
Of minute day or shift?
Passion that hold a position higher on the scale or passion is love between the one
Sitting next to a table work days seem more like fishing
Good time or that time?
Yet of sweat passion is what one make the most of so I have heard it before
Time start to sink in is it time go back to bed.
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