An Abecedarian Poem
Fidelity Bespoke Trust
A deepened wound Burns hard indeed Cuts that bleed Dread indeed Express your tears Fears, you run to your peers Good luck mate, for it never appears Hurtful words, Intensified Killing me softly, Lullaby Mourn, I shall Never will I pride Only surmise Precise Qualities of a hazy mind Reaching for the unwind Seeking peace, she cries Torn apart inside Unnerving sight Vexing ambiance Would you try to survive? Xerosis — time that expired You ran out of time, Zealots, alas who stole your rights — demise
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