Alex Fox Rudinski
@alexfox · 1:33
A Poem: Today, a Fledgling
But that is all you'll do for me. I know for what I must atone I've carved my every sin in stone and yet your beady metronome drag silent fears from ancient homes I know I failed go on alone. What senior age? What mighty Mint backs up your pugilistic squint is it your face that you arraign reflected in the window pane? Take wing, lost friend God speed Leonard. We'll meet again. Or never more foolish beast. A pistol. Holy a thing is what we say