WASTED


Creepy wings grew a little,
a little, some alone along the secrets
and got them shed all alone.
Oh! the kins, the tribe along,
differed a zero against the worst,
Chorus all along. ...
Exposed!, the luminous lit till bright
Alas! the hidden met that light.
Joying merrily ,sparrow to gloom.
Stand-O-Honey
The crown awaits.
Mono plot yet different bars
The bars grew and prolonged,
The gilded wings
transient to the loathed,
flew to inspect... the so called one
Experiencing the vitals.
'The Ultimate Victory'

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