Thorned Verses
My home is upon the wind
My life has been exscind
I fall at the sands of impermanence
Suffering the reality of permanence
I write lines of fire
The ones laced with desire
Words that dissolve slowly
Showing my sins and folly
The skyline goes red
I look for punishment blood red
Under the scorching blazing sun
My lowly body simmers and burns
The ...
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