Attack, The Heart Of A Day.
Pray, Solemnly, During Exile.
Trial: They Say They Keep Seeing My Name N "The X-Files".
Styles Of A Sorceror, Much Needed.
Haunted By Thoughts I Never Had.
Glad: Existing Is A Good & Great Thing.
Drooling, Over A Ol' Open Canister Made Of Clay.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: June 27th, 2023 19:30
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Have Fun, Good Peerz.
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 2
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