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By Rhetoric Date: 2001 Oct 28 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.28.15.15.12774]] |
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If you are to champion, I am fated to disavow the challenge. Loves first breath, destined for a torrent of wind and passion; your cracked and wintered lips merely gasp and sputter half-truths. Though, I weep at the loss of my youthful shimmer and worship, I am a far cry from a tossed rag-doll as you would have me deemed. My conviction will not confirm a living, so said, held mirrored to another. Am I not the worthy mission, once, long ago, tempting a King's fate? Should ultimate triumph (slain dragons) come paired with hatred and rue? My meager beam convinced the mouth to hide the apex of my regret. Verse could sway a forgotten flower to bloom unashamed, amongst a field of lavender orchid and salmon crocus flora. That rhyme to not to be heard with sincere affection for this weed. I fear my love will never know a winter, heated by the flame of fervor. This faint dream, risen to obsession, is quelled in shadows of your apathy. I am thus bound, to abandon feeble attempts and dismiss your campaign. |