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Passing the Glove
(This is my Final Poetry post for today. Enjoy some 1 of a kind......enjoyment.Your's everlasting, Morbid)
Passing the Glove
Burning, burning, burning,
Yearning for some of that sweet burning.
Now I’m just,
Curing, curing, curing,
All the imperfections of my “gloves”,
Just with one simple love,
One that’s filled with,
The burning, the yearning, and the change.
All bringing you to calm and collective.
Just stop, and turn in the rain.
Breath it in, hold it in, then watch your worries fade away.
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My Burdons Shall Be Unleashed Upon You Ten Thousand Fold.
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