Salve for eyes

The bone chip and bit
Make the sight surely alone

Allow for the clear ease…
Rhetorics vice and calm
The words flutter, hark

Their is a small claim-disdain
Ink spatel of purged guill
Smear the tar on page

Smell the flare of pen cry
Allow small ease for the verse
Disperse your heart alone

The the is my use of lang.
Hello in my heart result resound
I am in fine fettle

Hurry, the race is tearing
Tarr’ing and moving my page
The oncology is fiend

Poem art and cancer chart


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