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Sleep, arise, bath, and eat
The uniform is pleasant I wear
Buttons, Packing, ID lace
Bye, mother, I'm going now
Isn't the shoelace change
The purity of the pearl is in disdain
The stained is a jackfruit on a quest
Fresh like death and dark is the spike
Never would be change again
Always the sane, passion is just a name
Battle cries aren't heard
The shoelace would soon be thrown out
YOU ARE READING
Acquiescent Lullaby
Poetry[COMPLETED] keen words from heart and emotions; explanation? none, but acceptance. the twelfth of January, 2020. the seventeenth of June, 2020.
