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Silver scales and scattered rocks, I step into the blue but it surrounds, A column falling down until it locks, Upon my body that within its push rebounds.
series: esoteric
Poems written on this day in years gone by:
Annoying tasks, I see them seethe a little, They don't like it when I do the things to be done, You could even say that... I'm ticking off the tasks.
themes: playful mundaneseries: picks