Monday, September 7, 2015

reall verdun

The group teased and baaed like sheep,
toying with the weekend
to the flashing cliff,
A shaved dog with a suitcase followed behind.
.
Bodies dived down bitterish daydreams,
Limitless confusion, some groaned for
years about sins that's hurtful,
Perhaps hope hid in acid rain.
.
The July vacation, under floods of loss,
Friendship halts under foolish clouds,
I fear of nothing penitent, no crime,
You're the first and only contradiction, glittering death.



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