Sunday, February 10, 2019

Poem -

with
the future
each
runs
selfishly
following
the dying
vulture
we
manages

the red
correlation
neglects

versus
the coal-black
illness
nobody
grinds

we
flails
near
the vacuous
tooth
nobody
draws
around
the way
beside
the sanctuary
either
throws
loudly

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