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The Lonely Sentinel

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By Tambourine ManPublished a day ago • 1 min read
The Lonely Sentinel
Photo by Bikash Guragai on Unsplash

He stands guard on everyone,

Watching and planning his escape route,

Tatted and confused as to what he is doing,

Einstein hair in the morning,

Not wanting to shower anytime soon,

A tragic mix of emotions,

Nobody will miss this masterpiece he has created for himself,

Thwarted to the max,

And not seen by the masses of the neighborhood,

A vision he knows in his own mind,

His friends have proven him wrong,

A devil in disguise,

Will they see him again?

Nobody knows,

An epic rendering of patience and tranquility,

The forest of his beard is stale and nonchalant.

Blackout

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    Written by Tambourine Man