Winterscore ©
Saturday, November 10, 2012
All of this self-judgment
All of this self-judgment
As I wait here and kneel
Sword rests on my shoulder
Do I grant my repeal
Laurel in lieu of thorns
The pressure and demand
To shake hands with myself
Be free and in command
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