Monday, August 6, 2018

Poem - Noisily You Picks With The Odd Guilt

noisily
you
picks
with
the odd
guilt
odd
problem
draws

against
the hand

it
drinks
to
the record
lazily
ours
shrinks
outside
the shadowed
stranger

whatever
urges

precious
temper
reads
angrily

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