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EGRETS LIKE DEW AT TWILIGHT

EGRETS LIKE DEW AT TWILIGHT
They were birthed secret path of intense pain
Perhaps, 100°c still counting, "everyone asked why? "
They resided intriguing suites, who dare breech views
Their lives, pair of worn out factory shoes; even deafs heard
...
Why chose live wretched lives? Transitive;
They gallivant on campus, parents advice from home thrown off
They're on throne, they watch their future thrown away
Yet, scents of sweet future savour they sighted
...
Increasingly motivated; less cautioned, feathers grew fresh
Extravagantly! Their life stink; a pig sty
They aisled streets, melodiously; in disgust they were gazed
"Accidentally off purpose"; among firsts they're
...
A bit too late to realise; in reproach they swam
In laxities, their lives grew, agonizing pain they lived aloft
Fingers that fed them, they couldn't offer a meal
Yes to it, pretty awesome; the result's beautifully painful

©Tex (2017)

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