Tue, 03/19/2019 - 16:40 -- aparms

Fear is a concept of the mind, they say

But hey, a new city sears through our brain

Because even though we decay

It still keeps us from prey

Alas! The triumph of introspection

The human soul is unconquerable

Fear is but a defect in

Our imperfect bodies and minds

However, if we let go of perfection

Our unsoluable souls start to shine

This poem is about: 
Our world


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