Watch as I disappear
Reappear in the rarest form
I declare
I am far from my truest form
So many years to wait to be reborn
I dare not misconstrue my path with the fuckery
Shreded to pieces
Only a hand full remain stagnant when danger is near
This is dear
Less for you
More-less for me
Perscribed
Yet, I know
Soulful as I believe
There is more to achieve
Ill be gone till November
William K. Butler
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