Rumors

RSM0812

Rumors

With blood on your hands, I seldom regress,
A hood tall it stands, of dark mindfulness.
Tell few the wants of the heart,
Where rumors shall start, an endless fine art.
With flames not divine; of consequential remark.

  • Author: RSM (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 8th, 2024 11:39
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Neilton

    Excellent work here! My favorite line
    "Tell few the wants of the heart"
    I loved it



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