most peculiar runs scared

most peculiar runs scared
down autumn wet streets
sleeting has released the shift
the winner is walking on dead
his head a bowl of cherries
crave not die not and see
there is one more corner to turn
one more coin to flip
one more and no more and so
the end is not here




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-10-23 at 18:58

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