Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Pick your poison
And I’ll pick mine,
‘Cause in the end
We’re out of time.
Choose your path
Mine’s chosen me,
Without any hope
To turn back or flee.
Plea to the fates,
Me, I’ll skip on out
And finger the hate
Till there’s no doubt.
Pick your poison;
I have taken mine,
To the pits of hell
I am now confined.
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Tristan Robert Lange (
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Comments1
Lol! Could be.
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