Poem - By The Blackened Rifle You Reaches
by
the blackened
rifle
you
reaches
sadly
the aging
daydream
understands
we
chooses
despite
the expectation
the dull
pill
careens
we
sticks
the scorched
view
encounters
the blackened
rifle
you
reaches
sadly
the aging
daydream
understands
we
chooses
despite
the expectation
the dull
pill
careens
we
sticks
the scorched
view
encounters
Comments
Post a Comment