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.:A Muse-Meant for Mrs. S. T. Night:.
minute
insecurities
keep insisting;
measured opinions
openly negating definitions; all
nicely collected earning return
yes, that’s what I’ve learned
what I was taught while dancing outside with the moonlight
that every dog isn’t up for the fight; no doubt
some just give in, they get tired
broadsiding bitches
worn down by their own[ed] ego
they just let it go and
move-on to nowhere special
setting out
in pursuit of another life[mourning]
once arrived; they
dress in their sun-downer’s garb
searching for another
suitable defeat
martyrs hate to win; for them
it’s like surrender
tears of the crowd defining
their splendor
that.. and the last word
which they
never get to obtain
Published 25th Oct 2014
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Anonymous
25th Oct 2014 1:57pm
Subtlety isn't dead as long as you keep writing, my friend! You have the talent for what I recently heard as a line in a Sherlock Holmes film, "it's so overt it's covert"
You have those sharp wits and smarts and your rhymes always reek with thoughts that are well thought out and laid down. Clever wordsmith :) shine on!
You have those sharp wits and smarts and your rhymes always reek with thoughts that are well thought out and laid down. Clever wordsmith :) shine on!
26th Oct 2014 3:31pm
