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I have a soul that could strangle the sun
...oh
how soundly I've wound
my commoner conscience
against The Prince's purpose - poking;
prodding forth
unworthy faults
A tare - unsightly, bright in it's error
Never choking out the spokes;
never curbing
this curving hollow stalk
Noxious
invasive
pervading
thought
Published 24th May 2018
| Edited 29th May 2018
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24th May 2018 11:03pm
A few things: excellent title, declare war on auto-correct, i.e. - it's*, "Never choking put the spokes;" (?) but?
Excellent despite ^
Excellent despite ^
29th May 2018 9:50pm
29th May 2018 8:46pm
The cogs and wheels of the mind invaded by dark twisting thoughts growing unrelenting.....I had to read this a couple of times before I could fully appreciate the wordsmithery……..Dark write A-bomb
