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Soul is ancient



This existence is all or nothing;
hot or cold.

My soul is ancient;
so, so old.

Scoffing soft pastels,
I graffiti this world,
hard and bold.

I do florese,
with finesse;
if you hadn't heard,
now you have been told.

Ever distant,
being thirteen light years gone.
Truth being,
much rather be live;
close to hold.

But,
this heart? 
Cold,
more so than,
the winter oceans' enfold.

However,
when inspired:
incendiary, glowing;
F1 manifold.

Love still viable,
The paradigm?
Jaded,
guarded,
and patrolled.

My soul is ancient;
so, so old.

Accruing lexicons,
throughout the ages;
my percipitence grows.
The past repeats itself;
so,
have your present untold.

Debanoir linguist behold;
I exude average two-fold.
See,
rather hear:
my tounge is pure platinum,
not merely your lowly 24kt gold.

I will be coming back,
to the future;
this had been foretold.

Attentiveness you must uphold,
for this epic,
shall not be retold.

This focus,
my creative opus,
being uncontrolled;
resolute is my veracity,
and I shall not withhold.

Please procure,
another bag of dreams,
as I author them,
they are deluded,
then resold.

Battle ready;
within the warrior's curriculum,
I stay enrolled.

With stolen Death's sithe,
after striking a non-existent nose,
ever sharpening it,
while I transpose,
this verse to reality via asylum,
which for your saftey,
has I enclosed.

My soul is ancient,
so, so old.
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Submitted by 317CDM on September 12, 2020

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Scheme ab CB dxb dxeb cxaxb xxbxb feab xxggb CB xxhxxb bbixjb xfb bxb kkbib xxxxb ijb xhxhjbx CB
Closest metre Iambic dimeter
Characters 1,300
Words 227
Stanzas 18
Stanza Lengths 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 4, 5, 2, 6, 6, 3, 3, 5, 5, 3, 7, 2

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