a Proper Voice


I have traveled to the edge of icy courtesy.

Hunting for a proper voice.

Friendly foe,

I have come to bury you in the barren snow.


I will find the courage to leave the cold behind me…

Without you by my side.

An expedition to disrupt what you call, virtue.

Such as,  the stone wall that had surrounded my heart.

With care…

No longer will your distortions walk hand in hand with my body of art.moral-1

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