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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.
tags: playful mundaneseries: picks