uncork me
pour out my concerns
I consent
the woolfork see
opportunities bleed
future secede
with torque and speed
unwind, no decline
quarantined, weened of company
virus intervened, sped up
enabled the sagging tower which leaned
to collapse; foundation teend
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Author:
jakesevern (
Offline) - Published: April 6th, 2020 14:23
- Category: Reflection
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