Long ago
in pangaea dream,
a poem crawled out of the sea..
Words became megalithic bones..
Rhyme, a mesozoic life..
Primitive beauty braved
fire’s strife..
Verse was buried for an age
afore skeletal hearts
unearthed..
So long silenced
our ancient ballad..
Now, we grace the earth.— кяιѕтιηα αυвυяη (@WickedParamour) August 22, 2019
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