it's so much colder inside (Remove filter)
the rifleman that played in minors (1/27/2017)
a hoary night, a winters' step
sleep comes weary at your door
but fenced back by coffee on your breath
picked clean, the bones of ivory, faux
days stepped upon that sacred ward
tweed rope reminders hung, row on row
pistols gripped and emptied, here
waterfalls of brass and shame
cowardice is to shed no tears
through ground and churned the manic hour
approaches in the thinning breadt...
Friday 27th January 2017 6:05 pm
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