How do I remember
you, I ask grammarly
between life and death.
You were not very
keen to know,
what I did not say.
What I saw was a
moonshot, restrained by a dig in.
Ultimately I sniffed that,
nobody wins in love.
The bona fides are at stake.
The mob was not a validity,
stranger than real.
Collectively I will gather
the stones to throw on god.
The road warrior was dead.
There was no path.
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Author:
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Offline) - Published: March 17th, 2019 20:11
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Comments1
Cryptic yet straightforward as always. Nice read.
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