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My first post on this website. Would love some criticism! :)


Submitted:Mar 20, 2013    Reads: 3    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


My tongue is encumbered
By the breath that I expire
As I recite a litany
To a discordant choir.
To anthropomorphize
My conscience, to give it the form
Of a clergyman who inculcates
A choral boy; reform
My creed and catechize
The choral boy whose throat's a mire
With the rue of a reprobate.
Sing an octave higher.




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