Prey thee,
tell me why
your heart beats in shallow demise.
Nakedly;
casting us away,
no mercy, honor, or wine.
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Prey thee, tell me why your heart beats in shallow demise. Nakedly; casting us away, no mercy, honor, or wine.
Author notesContest prompt: 20 words no "bullshit imagery" were his A contest entry
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