Thoughts impregnated on the minds of the weak
As thy tongue seeps spit, of gain less remorse
Saliva soured statements of regret
Rage onward, 'pon thy uneven course
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I lived not of defined prosperity
Yet I danced alive of own destined will
My voice of breath and body limp, now spared
Thou' immortal spirit, you cannot kill
So tormenting... Very well written... I would say that very few poets here have this vision, what you have got ma'am... The words, the flow and the composition; everything has an essence of truthfullness, sincerity and it really made me think alot...
Brilliant write....
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I lived not of defined prosperity Yet I danced alive of own destined will My voice of breath and body limp, now spared Thou' immortal spirit, you cannot kill So tormenting... Very well written... I would say that very few poets here have this vision, what you have got ma'am... The words, the flow and the composition; everything has an essence of truthfullness, sincerity and it really made me think alot... Brilliant write....