Friday, November 15, 2024

It is a warm spring.

Moon in the breach.

They give their all.

I am always ugly.

 

Sudden cypher

and we are friends.

From the top unforgettable.

Passion and distraction.

From a look, 

you emerge.


Hint in her wear.

My poetry is calling.

Give the bard audience.

The ghoul it surface

the gray of the day.

Gun in the armoire.

It is the way.

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