Sweet sounds linger from the time before
But are slowly replaced by the din
Of sharp voices cutting
Over the chorus of
The bored ones
Lifting tired cheeks
And weary eyes
To sing a song
Better left unsung
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Assorted Poetic Musings and Ramblings
PoetryA compendium of my poems. I just needed to put it out here at this point. It's less for you, the reader, as it is for me to know its out here. These poems are not for the faint of heart, mostly because they're bad enough to kill, but also because...
