Poetic-Verses
V THE LETTER KILLETH
Six am tomorrow,
don't be down; It
May perchance the
Seeker dies
But hold your peace
hot prophecies
If ever said on written
Script kept too on Flat
tables wedged by peace
To sit and smiles, work
insitu
And play a game that
Loves your rules.
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V THE LETTER KILLETH
V THE LETTER KILLETH