Nostalgic Ave

Nostalgic Ave
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One more soul taken to the call

It would be so much easier to climb if I could not fall

But I, and this is why, am the reason to write

My calcium cavities vent at the curtains of night

And as their gilded feathers rush to the day’s light…

I smite the logical chances to put up a fight

That’s right

Don’t force the source, just take its course

But of course, top flights are above the horse

No remorse; life’s coins spend at choice

As the bars of petals that voice…

Voice as to which power anoints

But draw caution

I’ll weep as witch at sight of ditch

Controls are washing

They won’t switch and only wonder as wish

Upon speckle on the mountain of echoes

Let go of the dreams you believe

Because, because, because “you will never achieve”

Says the greed

My unstable mind makes it hard to lead

The pond of fond memories misleads

It leads to the guards of leaves and make it hard to breathe

But not of envious air

Only retribution accounts for the care

And to nowhere is there to take

Their hair is scared and drips from lake

Electrocution was lost in words

But it was not there, nor was it heard

So I tell you so

You will not grow if you never go…

Down Nostalgia Avenue and renounce what you know





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