April 1
For Mesh's Challenge: The challenge was to not use the word "the" and for added fun I threw in some rhymes, no extra cost.
oh, orange-grey sun of mourning
that so encompasses my yellow sky
and blows me bone dry kisses
of bursting rays and white July
who flings me up in warm embrace
as i soak in sweat and cancer cum
and lay in wake of heartache's race
and lay in wake of dream's gone numb
dying slow i live for mourning
for mourning days as days drift past
and chasing sun i long to seize him
my hostage caught in nets i cast
desires a flask that imbibes all sense
as reality blends all i've outdone
swallowing whole strong-held pretense
of me girl-Icarus who wooed fair sun
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Oh, the fun that is NaPo.
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