A Foreigner
in his own
land
Pistol King;
Moth eaten
Digital clouds
Like sunlight
afraid to
show itself;
For fear
of persecution
for his
demeanor.
As if it
were a crime
to smile
in grey lands;
in grey times.
two
by three.
cords blank.
his brown coat
was the first and last
color they'd ever seen.
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This was really nicely done. I enjoyed reading this. Painted a good picture for me with your words. Keep up the good work. Never stop writing.!
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I was just thinking about how I wanted to read something from you. This is written very nicely and I like the pictures that you've painted with your words. It does make me curious what it is that has come from you that has inspired these lines.
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