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My words lack lustre— Incongruous cornucopia thoughts, Trapped beneath delicate finger pads. Afraid to rise and fall, Shackled to Q-W-E, I-O-P. They lift, I hit keys like lightning strikes, Loathing materialization, Which fails to break ground, That so...
A Tower with a View {Poem}.

A Tower with a View {Poem}.

Take my hand, my love Let me assist you I wouldn’t want you to fall upon dismounting Your horse is so very high Can you hear me from up there? In that ivory tower, your new home sick....