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Complex Language

In complex causes a fright has arisen,
Out of stout fear, as the arrival is near;
In this complexity a stupor has occurred,
Offering to the gods a brilliant letter.
My cool sculpture seemed the essence,
Of a wooden block all chiseled and polished.
My accidents remained with me as a character,
Opening the gates of non fallible beings.
This was the complicated man of towers,
The genius of a sudden memory had arisen

And adorned the walls with paintings of yours.
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Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: language
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