Conan Jarenquill - Sunken Rhyme

 

 So you're a poet, who really cares?
Keep trying hard to catch stares.
Your feathers shine,
but your words darker than black holes.

Round, round and round...
Why must we end where we begin?
Why does the universe spin,
which we're woven within?

While chasing the scent of spring,
my jealous, wrinkled-skinned identity
weeps behind me

So you're a poet, who really cares?
Keep trying hard to catch stares.
Your feathers shine,
but your words darker than black holes.

Round, round and round...
Why must we end where we begin?
Why does the universe spin,
which we're woven within?

What can't you find dissected down to atoms.
The game, two people meet in one body.
Nakedness-zero on the left.

Round, round and round...
Why must we end where we begin?
Why does the universe spin,
which we're woven within?

Round, round and round...
Why must we end...

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