small shadows of this man
a man who finds pleasure from his hand
not the way a teenager may
but from typing his words for play
he accuses the mass of telling the world
while driving through the town with a horse unfurled
he laughs and believes he is the best
but he is nothing more than a shadow in flancrest
2 comments:
please tell me this is who i think it's about.
you taking jabs at someone or just admitting that you are a weak soul?
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