
A hiccup, unyielding.
A nuisance, ungiving.
I feel my mere enthuse
Bereaved and befuddled.
Yet, I rise
To the iridescence
Of the days.
In an utter hope
Of moments, without the interim.
A hiccup, unyielding.
A nuisance, ungiving.
I feel my mere enthuse
Bereaved and befuddled.
Yet, I rise
To the iridescence
Of the days.
In an utter hope
Of moments, without the interim.
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