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Left

Left, alone with the heckles I lie
unordinary daydream gone awry
dumped and dented while putrid
painted gardens lost sight  me,
just south of nothing  this night

Gone, the nerve of ending it all
flash~back hear blackbird's call
writing drips as crimson bleeds
hearts stop to take in the scene
pages tossed in a failing breeze

Left, alone with the heckles I lie
just right of the truth dancing off
yellow tongues of political prose
smelling like a rose, I do suppose
all is known as hatred slowly grows
Written by JusTim_
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