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- Tonight at sharepoetry
I want to hit / a bucket of golf balls / hit them a t midnight / off the front lawn / over the oak trees / into the stars / out towards the road / no one drives home / / I want to follow / fighting the forest / give up the honor - One Month at sharepoetry
The month closes down upon itself / redeeming everything else / simply by being over / / Safety stomps straight into danger / accompanied by righteous anger / / One dimly lit soft step / one blackened spite confessed / territory renown - It Wasn't Me at sharepoetry
I have reached some age, some place / where wisdom groans with disgrace / where certainty loses space / and heroes crowned are replaced. / / Late at night I scrape, I scrawl / friend and fool alike will fall / in this trap, whaat soul recal
