We are a group of aspiring writers from the borough of Queens, NY
"Obey"
Venus visible through the pipes,
That billow smoke on cold nights,
5:10 AM she shines bright,
as daybreak dissolves the night.
Oh, Venus thy eternal sway,
You smile at me on this day.
(All the race of men obey).
RM, circa 2001. RM, 2022.
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