...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... 
THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS
CLUBBING - CLUBBING - CLUBBING
(FLASHING BETWEEN THE STROBES OF PASSION AND PRETENSE)




No

Meter
leave the rhymes behind
in your mind
for a time
and you'll find
truth resigned
to prose unconfined
unaligned
and defined
by what your mind
designed.

oh yes,
leave meter behind too.


MEET


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