Poem -
Thoughts
I shot him down , I built him upÂ
With clay and dust , he rose aboveÂ
That line is mild , we weep so loud .
Pews afire , we maidens liar,
We dissect the proud .
Quarantine you , skip hearts a few .
My desires so loud , vivid color with her charming empire .
Jungles , to ships sailing aboard water raging as fireÂ
Thoughts filled my head to the brim , spilled over like lost milk to the cats .
Sleep . Far away we gathered round . Is was near we were foundÂ
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