Iuventus Fair

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Submitted: March 03, 2017

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Submitted: March 03, 2017




He’ll skip with a docile brow and carless blunder

Through the sheepish carnival, restless unto the edge-blade night;

Constellations are split into abstract vigouration, sick giggles are heard

—Only by thought of surrender,

That seeks strength within it’s knavish pride;

He’ll speek visions and lay truths onto his lie.

He’ll become lost within the interest of adults, barged by Oedipus’ ignorance

That will soon be familar enough to guide his youth

Out of the vale of luxery and truth.

But no more shall he fall to narravites, 

Or self-imposed neglection of the work of lack,

—The Sun’s extempore was enough. 

Worthiness is impaled by conceit and disorientations 

For the eternal ressurection of a rising pore 

Made him slightly embarassed. Blushes made the past fountains of hell

And the pimple on his chin meant he fell

Unto the sick giggles, interest, sheeps and sores

That bustled past him, past the Iuventus Fair.

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