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and we indeed justly. as thick as thieves abreast: in richest robes we dressed, we stole, and dance before a noon dark sky. all this in the green wood while waiting for the dry. woe! where shall we go when hanging left and hanging right our hands are tied? salvation out of reach, but at our side. what words will comfort then? what words could save us? so keep this here, between two thieves at the lowest height a man achieves. the highest thing a man believes. a thief song sung when death is n...

your form, i find, is flawless but i prefer that it were free your punctuation lacks direction. your syncopation lacks degree break for stanza if you're willing but carry rhythm while you pause in Cases use your judgment but in speelling mind the laws while ascii has its merits i find your syntax far from prime i spit at shoddy diction and i curse your bloody rhyme!

Mirror, mirror, fruit of sleep; Enchanted petals in the ocean deep. What makes the memories we want to keep And what sadness makes a princess weep? Lightening scepter, a magic lamp; One more treasure where two score camp. Open sesame to release the clamp. Gold resides in the cold and damp. Shallow waters or deepest sea? One last wish to set him free. Fate made us a tapestry; A whole new world revealed to me. Rob from the rich; give to the poor. Beware the clock ticking, off the shore. At midn...

Once a sparrow flew upon the twilight. The winter sky was wide and vast and dark. “Horizon! Horizon!” Cried the sparrow, “What fallen sun could make the sky so stark?” In one wink the twinkling sun descended And conjured slinking specter shapes of grey. Swiftly flew the fierce embattled sparrow— Alas, the sparrow could not get away. Fearsome torrents trapped by skillful Dreamer, Who dreamt to dredge such endless seas of gloom. Desperate times befell the gentle sparrow; A tapestry entangled in...

caught atop a feather loft with the floor far down but the down is soft i fall a flight of feathered stairs and hit the ground but leave my cares and play the plight of fleeting stares inhale full, and exhale bare. fight the plumes of feathered air. here's the truth: i will be there. through fields of fate, and witch's hate a slash between the eyebrows: down. so pierced i played the masquerade toy soldier in the mountain shade when morning falls and all else fades the only path is downward gr...