I found another story to take place
and it's haunting my reality.
I quiver forthright in the wake of your footsteps.
I'm caught in the midst; a casualty.
Another finger for the missed chivalry.
You cross your fingers, as these world's collide.
You let the backdrop come and take its place by your side.
You drown out the sounds.
Another heap from the mounds.
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Author:
Noah (
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Comments1
Very slick. You are warped. I love it!
Thank you, Yahchanan!
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