Another year
enhanced fear
the tips of colorless glint
Lips
Gouged wounds
Shorn scabs
Salt is only a myth
The mounts ahead
Bled
Its all the rage
doesn't cost a dime
But its mine
And I saw those on the lane
insane
We change
Spatter the paint
My seams are snapping
Whos strapping?
Straggling light
Don't tell me the flaggers are ahead
you are not dead.
Thread once and forget
For me
I'm not drawn anymore
Knaw on my edges if it soothes you
I won't fool you
I see it soliciting me.
Please tell me what you think
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It has been some time since I've read a new poem from you. This one intrigues me. Different, but soulful. Keep up the outstanding scripture!
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