Friday, January 11, 2019

Poem -

blue
question
splits
upon
the great
precipice
some
displays
politely
beyond
the ugliest
identity
others
eliminates
with
the credence
beneath
the frail
snake
no one
knows


this
lights
aboard
the coal-black
shackle
most
gains
off
the friendship
the brooding
fight
picks

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