#Paragon
Posted: 23 Aug 2013, 23:10
#Paragon
A Beacon finds itself, surrounded by turgid green slime;
it's base as hateful as any, where one is to be found.
I find myself become, said Beacon listing uneven;
painful and torpid, thereby an equal.
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A somewhat paradoxical poem about the forlorn act of trying.
A Beacon finds itself, surrounded by turgid green slime;
it's base as hateful as any, where one is to be found.
I find myself become, said Beacon listing uneven;
painful and torpid, thereby an equal.
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A somewhat paradoxical poem about the forlorn act of trying.