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Rot 4 Relish

Another sad poem we love to love but hate the feelings attached.

By Unknown SonrosePublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 1 min read

While I rot for relish singing soporific ballads,

A tune rings a mile of salient sorrow,

I’m gone> to embark on the path of rapscallions.

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Pain allotropes the vessel I’m involved with in a dalliance,

The owner of croons lends it to borrow,

So that I can rot for relish and sing soporific ballads.

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As misery kiss the heart, permeating malice,

And tears never seek tomorrow,

Still I’m gone to embark on the path of rapscallions.

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Soul reeking in every valence,

From years of damaged cargo,

Just rotting for relish singing soporific ballads.

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Stained with being callous,

As I near to being far so,

Gone to embark on the path of rapscallions.

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Faceless fears gives allowance,

Blinding but my heart knows,

I rot for relish singing soporific ballads,

Already gone< on the path of rapscallions.

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    Written by Unknown Sonrose