Unlimited Poet

Rookie - 9 Points (California)

Unknown Intelligent

You hide in the outskirts of town
Somewhere deep in the slums
You run and I wonder from what
Down steep plains of grass you stand,
I await your presence
Made of courtesy and manner you escape success
No one ever pondered of such history hidden in your eyes
To not be known, is what you wanted
Intelligence, we've waited

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