Perfect 4 - Gord - Aspoet
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Gord

2017-08-21 09:20 am
Words leave lips,
A wall of sound,
Then music hits,
His voice lost,
Words meaningless,
Actions listless;
His love awful,
His verse aught too.

The kids quickly learn to run home,
Anyone who find ideals embarrassment,
Ironically find the end of needles;
Peering into the future, fetal,
Their vision worthless unknown;

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