Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Friday, February 15, 2013
Frival
Naught
It means to either, but
Cry! Side and skein
A battle 'sued, a thrall
Ball and chain smell
Twisted taut,
Leave, unthought, unnerve
But stay?
Ah, touch - just edge
of linger, crush'd evoked
To both alone.
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