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Poison
The secret strumming
Glass Throbbing
Red mist color
Life as existence
Like
Trust is uncertain to the blind
Who
belongs?
Without them
It’s dry smoke in the air
Poison
The joke is he is dead
He’s been fed
Full enough
He was perishable by thought
The secret’s calling hunger
Like innocence is to younger than adult years
A Devoured heart
A jealous Pain
A Buck cloven for a feast is
Poison
(Read this poem from bottom up)
RedCurtain$ (2020)
Glass Throbbing
Red mist color
Life as existence
Like
Trust is uncertain to the blind
Who
belongs?
Without them
It’s dry smoke in the air
Poison
The joke is he is dead
He’s been fed
Full enough
He was perishable by thought
The secret’s calling hunger
Like innocence is to younger than adult years
A Devoured heart
A jealous Pain
A Buck cloven for a feast is
Poison
(Read this poem from bottom up)
RedCurtain$ (2020)
Published 4th Feb 2020
| Edited 11th Feb 2020
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