#7

Remnant

A nation of skindeep fashion where

naive screw up taints wanted’s heart.

Deeper in thought and pen.. delved to

the depths of wearied soul.

How much more can be taken?

 

Beat upon by helpful words, innocent

mistakes… tripping on folly long thought

passed by those without. How can they

know, the temperence is now.

Bloodied love remains.

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