TEARS for a fallen effigy!
The loneliest lane OF traffic,
The CONCRETE abyss coupled with
The stagnant of the cold.
I can hardly find it in me TO rhyme.
I can hardly FIND it in me to love,
Playing the slots with THE mannerisms,
Flirtations, fleshly tingle, maniacal f___.
I have uncovered my MANIFEST nightmare...
Yet my FEAR; is gone, for the past is beyond redemption.
I owe nothing to the religious,
Nor THE faithful nor the prey,
But perhaps instead the FALLEN,
A HOME I may find in someday.
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