POEM: Fore Awe Concerned

Fore Awe Concerned

My privilege
Met amass
In just us
The many verses
The won
The uncountable temps
Too efface such madders
In the light of
Uncomfortable interrogations
What am I
Too due
Turning my ahead
A weigh
Of the goaled
In rule
Over myself
And others
Soully the best
Fore awe concerned

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