ive finally gotten productive, and sat down to finish something:
In Passing a Garden of Sin
by nic huckins
Weary traveling down the road,
Spy the gilded gate beside.
Enter the garden beauty behold,
Middle marks a marble angel.
Captives of hidden prosperity,
And what goes untold.
For here a holy battle ended,
And where the dead preside.
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