Toward the heavens mask, upturned,
Snouted, fanged, and grinning broad,
With sightless hollows do implore,
Forsaken bloodlust, ties unbound,
Strung betwixt the glass and dash,
Questions ceaseless in their aim,
Arising time and time again,
Sightless in their growing fervor,
As evident, in precedence,
Remains that which impends that sought;
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Z-Man
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Hello all! I am an aspiring vocalist, filmmaker + writer. I hope you gain something personal + inspiring from my work here. You are also welcome to subscribe to my YouTube Channel: Ad-Libbing With The Zman.
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Zach
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