Thursday, September 13, 2018

Poem -

seething
prison
runs

versus
the ugliest
advantage
something
rides
about
the frail
rainstorm
against
the urge
the tall
race
completes
perfectly
among
the piano
all
runs

nervously
the blackened
blood
manifests

beyond
the goddess
unexpectedly
the secret
lust
pleads

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