follow me to Elysium Fields
where we find finest of wines
to drink to our delight
this paradise shields
us away from the sharp vines
of venomous people of spite
who would see us fall
for being queer
in a world made unfair
here they'll crawl
away in fitful fear
their nightmare
Note: I am genuinely dragging myself through some thick mires to get to two-thirds done...
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We Are All Burning In Time
Poetry''Faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.'' - Hunter. S. Thompson ''We are all burning in time, but each is consumed at his own speed.'' - Jack Gilbert This NaPoWriMo I have missed the entire month so I have decided to...
