What would it entail to carve me into an immortal carcass of chivalry?
It is not thine what you possess in this mauve maze of modernity.
Why is it cumbersome for them all to lift me up from my hinges?
Expectation is a cruel epiphany, better soon be resolved and discarded.
Where do swirls of the fates reside, mastering specimen of species?
Things to be found, and those that must remain in mist of melancholy.
Who yearns for song of the moon doting on exuberant stars of plight?
Pragmatism be the answer, and the answer alone, that is, for now.
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The words that were brimming up the vessel of mind and thus, I spill them down… not to mean a meaning, not to say a thing but to just let them see their sight that looks nowhere but at me.
Limited to 100 words of vagrant vices, that is all that is. Thank you for reading.
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A loud call out to the bloggers regarding the fact that I am looking for some guest authors to write on How Anxious. I have had three wonderful bloggers write a guest post in the past, which you can check out here. And now I need you. Come on, drop me an e-mail at hamusesanewtune@gmail.com or tweet me at @HowAnxious. We will set things up. I’ll soon be spamming all your blogs with my requests. So, hurry up… talk to me right now about it.
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