Jon's Challenge: 1) Apathy

Slow music drum hearts
In the Ghetto's deaf body
To Inert's avail.

#69: Silk's Septolet

Released thoughts
In an open
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Provides inhibitions
Unleashed
Unveiling things
O, so true

#68: Monorhyme's Destiny

Amazing, how we both connect
Mine eyes…thou ways…so perfect
Sometimes, I stare and just reflect
Upon times we dare not neglect
That first day thou became an aspect
In my life, I recall with respect
How thou was able to instantly direct
My attention being o, so indirect…
Thine image in my head has great affect
On the reasoning of my senses defect
O, how I love to be thine’s lone prospect
But, Alas, I’m just reduced to a dream’s abject