Author: Airtime 13
Mental evacuant, evert the past
from the mind of the beholder.
Austere locutories set in tiers.
Far from a monastery,
none the less penance done.
Nowhere to traipse in idle moments
will not carnify today.
No monody yet, still I can
rise into my artless form.
My reign of apostasy broken,
to retire repaired?
A veteran of a lost cause,
war on drugs.
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