Conqueror Subdued
Conquered my bull.
Blunt burr under my feet.
Where a brave soul looking at me?
I'll break the arrows.
There are still stand up?
The head of anyone who does not abide?
To which he came.
Bring spineless roses.
My whole body was paralyzed.
Make shakes without pause.
My submission would aura.
Until knees and kiss the ground.
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
Poetry Conqueror Subdued
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