Tidbit one
How familiar the story of the unknown man
His thoughts misjudged, his passion misguided
His spoken word coloring a faded world
Unwanted by shattered spectrum glass
Needed by lifeless souls of black and grey
Bleeding for the strength of dignity
Tidbit two titled Vicious Circle
How intriguing the smiles of old men,
Oppressed, strenuously welcoming breaths of tainted air,
Tasting the fragility of humanity .
Silent dreams muffle haunting mistakes,
Temporarily escaping chiseled scriptures
Reminiscent babbling, tales of the abused and left for dead.
Youth, detects faded colors
and claw misinterpreted boundaries
familiar battle wounds unnecessarily inflicted
pigmentation slowly withers away













Comments
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Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't very fuzzy, was he?
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