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As the crow flies
clouds and swords of my childhood color me red.
by wings and wrath.
disdain, down the barrell we climb.
half cocked on motorcycle fumed dreams.
exhausted,
I lie awake in this illustrious nightmare.
by wings and wrath.
disdain, down the barrell we climb.
half cocked on motorcycle fumed dreams.
exhausted,
I lie awake in this illustrious nightmare.
Published 17th Apr 2019
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18th Apr 2019 3:37am
I love your writing style. It definitely made me feel something. I resonate with this one.
