Maurice Antonio Tuck
Enshroud - Poem by Maurice Antonio Tuck
Impression, impressions, dearest of Friend; only when impersonate wins.
Caressing an ear, vicarious dear; unnoticed its notorious will.
Lethal nectar-its ebb of life-festered with hidden plight:
Deprecating its finished feat; peeling the veil of its true entreat.
Banishing, banished in decay, impression shipwrecked another masquerade.
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