sable tresses sway untamed
free from shackles arbitrary
bound by naught
of blight nor burdened
truth voiced
with no known disclaim
that such serene sincerity
should stand amid a sea of prosy
bearing depths, defined aberrance
inherently as tempered twilight
my windowed pain refrains
through gentle truth
thy heart impels
reprieve from pressing peril
Max, or Not 
Beautiful.
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I realized i needed to go about naming my poems as i do my freestyles. which is to take the most poignantly applicable phrase contained within. i think it is far more reflective of each piece. thank you for taking the time to check it out <3
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I noticed that, actually. It’s like a little gem, finding the title as you’re reading. I like it. đź’–
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