Quatrain of Stale Breath
Not good
The feeling of stale breath,
hovers over
shallow
thoughts,
No reason for drifting smells,
to hang loose like
circling
dots.
The hope to slip from this
tiring lift, seems
right on faith's
edge,
This feeling strangling now,
must be cleansed
with a moral
dredge.
Yorktown Disciple
Not good
The feeling of stale breath,
hovers over
shallow
thoughts,
No reason for drifting smells,
to hang loose like
circling
dots.
The hope to slip from this
tiring lift, seems
right on faith's
edge,
This feeling strangling now,
must be cleansed
with a moral
dredge.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 10912
No
reason
for
drifting
smells
reason
for
drifting
smells
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Quatrain of Stale Breath - 10912 - Yorktown Disciple
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