Timid patrons, smaller their stance
Guardians stroll, little a precious is worth.
A river to swim, I brace for a walk,
Some hoops & I will be gone..
Another fill…another plunge,
In my head I’m a savior..the world’s gone.
Aches around..music reeks of blood,
Salubrious-somewhere my roses burn.
Realm of whiteness..my deeds undone,
A lost joust-smile’s yet runs.
Silence of hurt-an unfailing regular,
Viva voce..a dead man’s grunt.
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