ASSIGNMENT BLAME

May 23, 2017

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Still nights I will not change I will cringe

I’m tightly bound to make  my inner fringe

Break down  in private next door rooms

They’ll up & drop tears  from my say  they assume

I’ve meant no harm  though my charm

Might be misplaced /  an anvil fills my frail arms

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“The Artist’s Dream” by Emil Holarek

Emil Holarek

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