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· Jun 24, 2019 at 12:44 pm
After the hornsmen quit blowing their brasses And the wine quit flowing in the glasses The damned of the courtyard relapsed After the squires quit brushing their lasses And the jesters quit shaking their asses The soul of the castle collapsed
There, I wrote another poem… ✍️
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Love this. I want to believe it’s in it’s infancy.
Kinda/sorta. I wrote the gist of it at least a month ago and I couldn’t really get it passed its current variation. It’s almost too structured.
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