Reap

precontemplativly
I beg to weep
To sit and wait
disguised
An echo
barley
slips a creak
seeking out the wise
A Limber lady
never sleeps
Hearing all the cries
A tale so tall it
Never sleeps
A tale of swift demise
A paper copy
Without deceit
Exposing all the lies
A hidden topic
Sans serif
Like catcher in the rye’s

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