by KENY
Each month that nostalgic time comes
After weeks of growing, evolving and developing
After weeks of greeting and stealing glances
Sweet sights and envious, salty stares
Critics attacking from every corner
Judging with every chance they obtain
All that work
Just to impress once a month
It’s hard…
But yet again I shall salute
The horrors of the shiny silver blade
I’ll say my valediction…
Farewell for now but I will rise again
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