Fledgling Sympathetic Feelings – Unhinged Poem

Power to the spoken word, let it burn through your lips as it earns its wings, you want the width, but can’t handle the girth, Your plight might be worthless, your eyes may be blind, Jupiter rising in the north, an arm of justice, a husk of hate, cunning lies, too late for goodbyes…

 

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