Illusion & RomanceI did; they left & the others aren’t here, Opposing what is subsequent & near, A poem; for at one point they knew him, The blood flows through the body given, Veins directed in misunderstood correction, Unfolding material for a form of protection, Never flipped; straight static for all, Another silent scenario & no one to call, The options must be waited on; for & from, Unfortunately I’m close to being done, Time waits for no man; open time to write, A misleading way to fight my way to flight, Concluding where silence is a dare, This romance attaches to nothing there. |
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