When secrecy vanished on his part Like the chaff blown by the wind Just a chalk dust on that cold floor Erased by steps of busy shoes
When vaulting talks rose from his lips And drifted through the bleeding ears Futulity conquered his soul Feels like he's just a rag on an indecent earner Hoping he could have a nepenthe; When the acused face his final verdict And threw a soulful talk The man cried on deep sadness Trusting tears would draw all grievings
17 years, 1 month & 1 day ago
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