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The Present Tense

The Present Tense

written by: Eoghan Lyng



Now is the winter of my discord tense.
A tense so sweet and vain.
It may not be an original tense.
But a tense it still remains.
Ironically passive in a nasal sense,
It speaks to triumphant ears.
A partial thought made obsolete.
But it will last a thousand years.
Pretentious though the letters lye.
They need not fight for more.
Its place, a hungry compromise.
My kingdom for a whore.

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