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I knew the extremes of the world
Garnered more attention then the subtle
Passive notions
Fluttering requests
Weren't heard like strong rebuttles
I once knew a queen
At least I called her mine
We had only high and low times
No in between
Since we couldn't fully understand
What those would mean
In the memories of her and me
In the grand scheme
The middle of the road is often forgotten
Lonely in the trenches of our mind
Hard to grasp
Even harder to find
Because the beautiful and the ugly stand out
Like a beautiful spirit in this cold world
And the extremes of her and me didn't pan out
And made out love unfurl
The adrenaline we rode like jackals ran out
The flame fanned out
The backdrop of our ugly drowned our beauty
And all is left is the memories we longed to see.

If you could fight anyone, dead or alive, who would it be?

I would probably fight any slave master, Hitler or the man that killed my great grandfather

Ask me anything