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Surgent rhythm that will forever linger, you are my bloodline in every open finger.
Beneath coated glass is a rich supple past, the weather will come but we will wear mask
Glory spoken in silence from the children we've maimed, beauty is color to those who retain.
The bridge to our home was already spoken, tomorrow we dance till the moonlight is open
- by lXlSargelXl |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/17/2017 |
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- Title: The forgotten Melody
- Artist: lXlSargelXl
- Description: This is a prosed written visual poem ive written. I write visual prosed poetry with philosophical abstract concepts on society
- Date: 09/17/2017
- Tags: forgotten melody
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