sun through fog
youth's moon
is easy
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sun through fog
youth's moon
is easy
define an image
in bygone pigment and semblance
Desolation.
Ravages the souls.
Of those long lost.
Your voice
howls
through
distant nights
tormenting me
Credo
Don't take chances
but,
give everyone a chance.
I peek
again and again
you're not here
Glass
lips
speak posion
lies
soft fallen
snow
What is irony, what
among the simplest regrets?
clasped lips
moan-
-weakly
of-
-groaning, grimacing time
In a perfect world
What replaces fear?
Anger.
a single thought
polished smooth
by blowing sand
Sand blasted
minds
rarely someone
finds.
I didn't.
Under where?
Under there.
Oh, underwear!
Oh, underwear!
Thy stench
makes me
feel her!
I see bluebirds
in the sky
like clouds