DeclinationA Poem by BlotterFind the reticle.Burning; (a desire) hands in the fire, but this time much higher.
I cling to my prior heartfelt (and mired) role as a liar.
Now comes the choir; a greek chorus I hired, but I have grown tired of the thoughts it has sired.
Untried, untied, united; declined.
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