Poetry Silent is the Weight

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Like a foregone delusion,
The petals are sworn in,
Red with the wrath of envy,
Bites with a slick grin

Each favor builds the bill
Sales of flavor
Bereft of substance
Penny Walker still tries
To go the distance

Bonding with the pain of love
Woken by the glee of hate
Seekers flight, an unwinged dove
Salvation through a narrow gate

Heavy are the days
And silent is the weight
The heart will always carry
A reconstructed fate