Jen Juice

I feel an epidemic in the way the movements render
Polished faux pas traitors establishing
The moral fix of the way to word
The immortal tricksters in this
Black and whitish world
As the generalization is founded
Glorified visions of mars uncovers
and..the tales of civilizations

Soldiers of dumfounded ammunition
Fire breaks through the center
Buckled down and trialed with their own
Critical movements
And powerfully the one that arises
Is the one that is radiant
Of not allowing that misery
And the defiance…

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