Confused...
An initial subject, disdain i long to sleep.
Overwhelmed i stand in wait, crouched with heavens help.
She hugs the rope, in yearn smiling callously.
Silly, outside the weather shifts in mood,
Fee rays, keeps me in.
Circles the mold liken Walden's pond.
To free grins, an orange hem; i jut humbly
Hidden, i struggle - shocked
Manage this reality jaded, inconspicuous
Better than before
A shade, i miss the chalice.
Me-more-ye
Confused and overwhelm, i shallow my memory.
It's that time of the year, i hold sacred.
I sit and fall backward, ledge over feet.
Smashing my breath.
Correct me, vanish and quaint
Limp...
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