Fallow
This marked mentality doth reason to me,
by pleasing numbers and expectancy
Neither place nor time can foil the creation,
nor the din I maintain, destroyer of nations
Thus tis reasoned though my melancholy way,
that my feigning life is henceforth, a day
As I end my folly, can you handle my scheme?
My obvious death is alas thy dream
12/18/01
©Hannahlore Starr
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