Abhor - Deep lore 19.1.10

Abhor - Deep lore 19.1.10

A Poem by FallingAstrid

The bird will sing forever more
for the key does not unlock this door
so sit your a*s down on the floor
and hear it call "holy, galore!"
Keep up or your mind will sore
Soar! Fly even if tore!
Even if chances aren't for sure!
Fly to the shore
take with you four
friends who love you to the core.
The storm can't stop you, nor
the weathered witch living in moor.
Kill a boar, take up your oar
or, blind yourself with a new w***e
if life is such a bore

© 2019 FallingAstrid



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Added on January 11, 2019
Last Updated on March 3, 2019
Tags: encouragement, friendship