Reminesce
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This poem is about balderdash.
The reminiscence of the once lost truth
Wintering in the keep of solitude
Pledges taken by the poor, are now coming true
The infusion of ourselves into something greater
Ruins of the dead, now shallow and forgotten
I spit on this quackery, the doctors make amends
Mallow-leaved, gently dropping from the unhibernated trees
Minha, why did you forsake me?
Ariel, you left me without a trace
Undermining the very existence of this facade
The farming of the seeds, which will in time
Make the news about UAPs seem like a sick joke
