Eros was his name
Chameleon by nature; oft
Lulled by his own charm
Immaculate in his
Perfection and the light of his essence
Seldom
Eclipsed
About the Creator
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Emerge
Heaven is surely shining on me, Mr. Solomon thought as he slid effortlessly into a seat on the East Bound 3. Usually around the holiday season he would have to squeeze and prod his way through a thick throng of commuters just to have a solid place to hang on a rail for a few minutes. Weekday or not. This evening the car was empty save for two other passengers who stayed a polite distance away.
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Recently, the pleasant surprise of placement on the Vocal Bonus Leaderboard sent me down a rabbit hole. Now, rabbit holes are a pretty common place for me to spend time, but I don't always feel the call to write about them. To be honest, the thought of sharing some of them mortifies me.
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Nice one!
Amazing poem!