Tag: trepidation
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Ashes in my coward mouth
A coward gets his fate Choice is for the brave I am abating light, waning away Eyes painted like Michaelmas Daisies Boredom will derange me Fate’s whims do arrange me Attritive routine acidic change me Berate me, lame angel ineffective Dullness will encase me With scant use, ivy-effaced A dying tree demands still dignity. Commanding…
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