Sight Has Left. Nothing Is So Simple.
Temple Of Blue Onyx, Ahover, N A Blaque Swamp.
Damp Enough 2 Make People Slip, This Way & That Way, All Day.
Say That Matters, Say That Counts.
Amounts 2 Blend.
Lend, Me, Whatever Works 4 U.
Through The Looking Glass, Again.
Gin, Gets Another Soul Through Another Cold Lowly Day.
Stray Back 2 Streets & Such Almost 4gotten.
Rotten Tomatoes Tell Tales 2 This Meaningful Misfit Of Science: Purple Meteorite.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: April 13th, 2023 12:30
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Just Drift Along With Me, Fellow Poetz.
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 2
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