Fixed Upon Commonality, Fixed.
Transfixed Soul Indulges N The High Life's Of Mixed.
Intermixed.
Singled Out & Fairly Sold.
Hold The Cold...All Else Will Freeze, But We.
Me....
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: November 14th, 2021 19:00
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: I Started. Have Fun After. We'll Have A Masterpiece When Through.
- Category: Friendship
- Views: 45
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