Lose Ends
cutting ties.
Speaking lies.
No more profound.
Screaming.
Flinching at the sound
And cutting ties.
No ones around.
Green eyes.
Fallen bark hits the ground.
Lose Ends
cutting ties.
Speaking lies.
No more profound.
Screaming.
Flinching at the sound
And cutting ties.
No ones around.
Green eyes.
Fallen bark hits the ground.
amithissecret commented on Lose Ends
05-17-2010
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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