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? this was an ABC prompt. feels a bit forced but who knows... |
ABC Poem A sure glimpse of hope in this blemished reality. A callused escape drawn right to its end. Four figures grope in hopes of finality. As an insider’s game turns to joke. A kind man’s remark loses grip on morality, to never discover or cope. And people collide holding tight to their quilts ripping the sides with their feverish guilt- each under veils of success. And all watchful eyes wonder in circles e- xhausted, while your zealous creatures profess. |