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Cosmopolitans and Butterflies
No room for cosmopolitans and butterflies
then there were sorrows and poetic laurels
hearing echoes of dead pull me in over my head
in the deep dark pockets of depression, said
rattling the latches of death's martini
sitting on the crock of forever's deep sleep
then there were sorrows and poetic laurels
hearing echoes of dead pull me in over my head
in the deep dark pockets of depression, said
rattling the latches of death's martini
sitting on the crock of forever's deep sleep
Published 1st Dec 2021
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2nd Dec 2021 3:25am
This is a good quality write. It's well written and stirs the reader to dig in.
2nd Dec 2021 7:55am
3rd Dec 2021 4:50am
This is such an excellent composition using brevity Adagio I really felt the philosophical premise coupled with a tender darkness flowing in
