With Each Breath, More And More Loathed Poem by james watkin
With Each Breath, More And More Loathed
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With each breath, more and more loathed
Those intakes, constitute
In mad old world's flow of thought
Its prevailing currents.
Nothing warm; infernal raised!
Storming's haughty repute.
Dark, dread, vile obfuscation;
Checks Virtue's sweet ascents.
Tuesday, March 29, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: world,thought
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