By Who



Landscape scarred by close calls with who knows who?
Martians in the woodwork, Heaven stole your eyes
Knees crossed/starcrossed lovers seeking cliffs
Stuffing velvet in your lungs to fill /feel a helium kiss
Lift a finger/ringing hands/time is sifting beds of burning coals
Limbic satin rubs r ght way/wr ng/day/doors
Tape your entranceway wired/Landscape scarred
By close calls by/who knows who?



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Written on 2016-09-07 at 00:33

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