Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Burden
Crossing tease, that
Cursed saiyan, dots and
Jots in crowded filter,
weeper's sheen of mourning,
Blots a silken scarf beneath
Each lashed frame of
Reverence.
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