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 |    10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind |
Oratory On Dirt A younger man built a platform to hang a noose, never expecting heels would swing with friendless wind. An audience would gather, not for his oratory, but see glint blade sever chords from a misused head. His corpse in heat to rot beneath a grey mound, eaten hollow from inside. Bleed words; waste not one, if they won't listen. Who gives a fuck anyway. If a silent chorus drowns the single voice, sharper notes sing from hills on their way deep to the valleys and choral heavens where truth is appreciated. This is the time to set moths free, now that he's dead in your heaped dirt. For: "The Soundtrack of Your Life"  I didn't want to go dark this month. I can't control the tides. But who should give a fuck, he said rhetorically. Edit to make public 2.21.22 with 0 views. How are you viewing this? if I see a view after this, 15 pages deep in blog? Something made public on page 2 today got it's first view within hours after being edited to public: "Blank" Will there be more? |
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