Tabularasa Poem by Kristoffer Randolf Ramos

Tabularasa



There is no other sponge like the mind
In immutably soak all sequitur in slew
In traverse of rain that pass the lieu
Will always find shoggy sponge tremellose pose
In constant rain's downpour
Trite the nerve down its core
Call it a sponge and it will always be
Whatever it devour came not from its core
That in smite, splatter whatever it devour

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