I am the descort, and thwart, and long
for discordant, mordant chaos;
See the pretty dissolution,
See the ditty pattern briefly then
Dissolve away
Into a
Newer
Mode of messy disagreeable
(but me-able)
Affray, with lovely spite and hating,
Fights and hurting,
Never abating.
(Quite contrary me.)
What Poetry Form Are You?
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I need to see all the photos you took that night cuz they where good photos and where inportant..
hope your holiday is going well.
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