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Taupe is an Angry Mob (Free verse) by MacFrantic

When I sleep I rest my eyes beneath a charcoal sun Fueled by dread and inhibitions And when I wake Only the air is clear and tempered My world is ablaze There is want outside my door A marching silence Shorn of mercy and restitution I plead for relief But alas, They infect my step with numbers I know not with what to please them They thrive like rapid wildfire So judge me now As a solemn winter Unable to ice a flame A scourge upon this plague Fighting fire with brimstone soul Unleash fury upon wrath And sleep again in peace Fueled by satisfaction and relief

MacFrantic 21-Apr-04/7:28 AM
Vote again after I change it please! Great feedback!




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