Sorrow had me in the heavy,
Ready to react unsteady
And I had left on the weight,
That would berate me
Into a routine enclosure
Enclosed here my territorial failures
And what was a disclosure of my exposure.
Sorrow had me in the heavy,
Ready to react unsteady
And I had left on the weight,
That would berate me
Into a routine enclosure
Enclosed here my territorial failures
And what was a disclosure of my exposure.
I really admire your work, and this poem is fabulous. 😉
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monkey always have astoundment at creativity of mischievousanna in word & picture and hope in future someday for see mischievousanna interpretationment of essentiality of monkey. but it ok with monkey if that never happen.
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