Salvaging dregs of past dues

Leaves me sullen in nightshade hues

Wrongly scathed and moreso accused 

I dug up the backdrop blues 

While laying down tripwire and land mines

To mark the way back 

Call it ignorance of modern day love

Quite the contrary, I have it all 

The very vibrations of soul I seek

Lying past the dreaded heap of malformed days

These were my twisted ways 

Attempting the path through tailwinds

I found nothing peters out faster than sirens

Falsely shoved into the fray so saturnine

Of that morose color that I would soon call mine 

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Hey I just submitted for this scholarship too just wanted to say I really liked this!


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