A shabby I am
An aeon to befall
My burning fortitude
Ardor! To be displeased
I tried to covet
But it endures and repeated
I run home
To make everything a novel
I descent
And fell out of darkness
I conceive
Behold! The impetus opulent adobe
To anchor one
And occlude the cycle
Never bend away!
Bespeak a persuasive fidelity
If i could
Heed the unmutilated wound
I'll fall first
With the catalepsies of wretchedness!
...Affliction arises!
-January 30,2012
MLM
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