amit83
Jul 11, 2014 11:56Blogs : amit83 Posted a new blog Poetic Surrender
Barking windows framed to an offense Distant fading ghosts in a burlap, black gulls Moaning trove of moving sand, and Moonstruck, shadows as thick as bloating tar. And I have worn this in, like winter boots, And swallowed it whole, like a raw string bean, I must ask, was it just the crimes we committed That froze ...
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