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Blaze it up,
By the candlelight of,
A fine sin,
It should not be burned to a wither,
In my partial mind of reprieve,
The paperback print is all you need to read,
In case you start to feel corrupted, by the strain of another,
Or in the back of the shed where no one will see,
Marshmallows are fun to sweeten the deal,
Very white and fluffy in my defense,
A twisted sense of the word we have all cum to enjoy,
Farewell to the ones in white,
Let the forest consume your black soul,
Treat it like you have never seen it before.
Comments (2)
I enjoyed this poem.
Fantastic poem!