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On Mythical calories.

Intake me a relic.

By Oliver MPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
On Mythical calories.
Photo by Kristijan Arsov on Unsplash

One left standing on a plain white desert riding.

Wandering on all plains of illusionary life;

There in at my own time traveled past,

passed a pagan life of what it presented me on ancient ways of living.

Some say you influence the change or vice versa.

I don't know whom at what to consider as verse, prose or commandment or two.

Knowlingly you of the eye,

to your left a memory of battle ridden life.

. . . to your right a might of you son's hammer.

To me, a belief of a wayward life not a pagan's relief or belief.

Olde or new,

for me

to me

Its only a behavior of you.

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About the Creator

Oliver M

Poetry is my past, the future rolls for no one. I'd rather have her exorcise my past and to entertain as life goes by in this chaotic world.

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