short poem (Remove filter)
Ode to night
When the sordid moon drools luscious, raw light,
I am the slice of thunder.
Predisposing,
Permeating
Poisoning the placid night.
A feast of anxiety and malady.
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 6:41 pm
short poem (Remove filter)
When the sordid moon drools luscious, raw light,
I am the slice of thunder.
Predisposing,
Permeating
Poisoning the placid night.
A feast of anxiety and malady.
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 6:41 pm
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