Poetry Series #17: Untitled
It's a recovering
film of croaks
like blood throttling in front of sepia lakes.
A fog of grapes
The ghost preserves on its frightened mare
perfuming sunburst orange smooth stones over the universe.
It's a recovering
film of croaks
like blood throttling in front of sepia lakes.
A fog of grapes
The ghost preserves on its frightened mare
perfuming sunburst orange smooth stones over the universe.
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