In the Edge
Enthusiasm to...resurrected he
Devious who? thy Commiserated me?
Grated naught fear nor shame nor my hate
Engulfed by grudge, I thus hibernate
To rouse from mine sleep
On mine state; petrified deep
Ain't I incapable to fight
Hathn't hath a peck of human fright
Yet fear; mine wrath shall be anew
and Yes! to fear of mine unending competition
Towards mine label they merely be'stew
I pledge no pardon nor contrast negotiation
Aloft the scripts non-alien to me
Within the index of figurative experience
Notorious toward thoughts of thee
My thoughts not half you knew in accordance
PAGE of life; Waited I for abound
2 people sought things variedly beyond en masse'
6 Hidden things I find-I found
1 disabling reason; Their Avarice bludgeoned fast.
...
Helios' fighting an uphill battle'.
Astonishing, gloomy voice may fade
Light or Shadows, one shall dazzle
O Stars aren't born they're made.
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poem by Ellirie Aviles
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