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Plain Mountain

Acappella windows upon my mesa.

Phantasm figurines flog inked ankles with chalk.

 

The steak ate my napkin in contempt,

Onlookers of salt and vinegar egg.

 

They stare rich into the dark,

Dead eyes squinted and screened

Crying from the desolate scene.

Gimped by paucity

Dash on hands to not limp.

 

As I dug

Plateau became my well,

In time

Counter will unwind.

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  • XxXEmoxXxAngelXxX
    November 7

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    I like it simply for the fact that is creative,
    bold,
    and fun to read!
    very very nicely done!
    although i dont entirely understand it, it struck me somehow =]