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Bag Of Bones

Fold Winters breath between hidden valley  
Beats break like no other
across the literal back  
 
We rode the eventide, smoke,sin & skin  
lost indentations that no longer remain  
pierce the lonely mind  
solemn statues, ornament objects   
shine  
to shine in the dark with widening iris   
shook across hyper'ed flesh, every bump rises   
The beast of two backs, painted artisan aplomb  
kiss me empty with once-upon-a-time-  
loss  
 
The cretin emerges swallowed in sweat  
a token of appreciation  
where Mary says "together  
"Oh Mary Mother of God"  
Yes  
will, that fills the belly burning hot  
were it not easily remembered  
backboard beats and giggling   
where the storm raged   
the eye shifting from beauty mark  
 
bones,   
bag of certain dust  
dry over many fires  
we've watched the flames  
rise  
orange, red and yellow  
close   
the oven door fading blue  
the window remains  
turns...eventual ash
     
   
 
     
 
Written by souladareatease
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