Palace of Tears
¶ 1
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In the fanfare seasons we get spoiled
delight screams in legions.
A mercy break from desperate
our default formation for eons.
¶ 2
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Not a piss pot, pan, or trophy
or league won in years.
Resignation lingers
behind red eyes and blue tears.
¶ 3
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Equine false nine strikers
draw wicked lines for laughter.
This we know is who we are
our allegiance a running reminder.
¶ 4
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Like asking an ocean to dismiss
rivers in love with life.
If we can’t laugh with misfires
the stars should ignore the night.
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