Smell My Prose
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
invest
a strange way to begin
to detect the lightest beginnings and begin
to invest in them,
to change with the seasons.
And allow myself to be indefinite
but inventive
as seasons become the reason to be blessed,
envisioned
Fateful
There was something new I felt today.
It's going to go a new way
All the nudes of my darkness will be appraised
for their aptitude to be a prude
Just like how I was convinced to be
So many years ago, so many tears ago,
On this fateful day
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