I see you, scorning souls that could be your mirror. Compassion flees me, so Sense must stand up and toil towards a future safe for fools.
Song Choice: Champion by Fall Out Boy
This poem was created in response to a prompt for Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Writing Exercise I picked C for Compassion, and was amused with where my thoughts led me when I investigated that theme in tanka form.
Song Choice: Champion by Fall Out Boy
This poem was created in response to a prompt for Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Writing Exercise I picked C for Compassion, and was amused with where my thoughts led me when I investigated that theme in tanka form.
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