words of a people aligned in their perfect order
and it is here
where I throw in the towel
that I’ve carried around with me for these many years.
no longer contributing but relegated now as guest.
to be honest, I couldn’t wait to be out
and now that I’ve written it out loud
we can finally know the truth.
– Hoc Scripsi
Posted on April 12, 2016 at 5:42 pm in Othe blogs and other interesting things., Poetry, Short poem | RSS feed | Reply | Trackback URL
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the platitudes of willful resemblance
say something