Cards.
An inordinate pubfight,Secret assailance brought to me,
Potential individual
Of a stronger personality.
Return please,
Satiric nature lay beneath me,
Reconsider,
and tease my open mind.
Future promise,
Silver sons too radiant to see,
The want to dominate,
Prison life with inconstancy.
Endangered expectations
With agate encrusted cards,
Like music, a tapestry,
The unformed side.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2011-04-26 at 20:26
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