poetry corner 049 – Two wit, to who.

Your due.
Soul for you.
Your heart does not ring true.
From front to back,
In red and black.
You’re right, my left is blue.

You escape.
Burdened lands,
Sized and shaped.
To understand.
True aim, near miss.
Tamed, absent kiss.
And planned reprimands.

Okay.
Give me strength of any length. I see you walk my way; taxed, exempt;
In a four-man tent. With little else to say.

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