what do you think?
i didn't even understand it at first....and i don't even think i've wrung the true meaning of this emotion drenched poem
Lingering, the personification of fulfilment
unwound from the rancid tormentment within
vehemently accepting these sinful natures of youth
rueing the sleeping clock-turns foregone
onimous, beckoning, the cupid's rejoice
crestfallen, forlorn, the devil's cry
kin, alike, drove silent to the minds of oblivion
sacred, true, lives started anew.
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