Aco

The sky was blasted white
Like dynamite had blown a hole
In the Night~
You looked so celestial
Extraterrestrial being
All seeing it seems,(unknown),
My ire
Desire
(my soul)
Burning down
To
The
Wire~
And I your acolyte
Am a blank sheet to w r i t e. . .



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Written on 2015-10-24 at 05:36

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice.
2015-10-30


Nancy Sikora
I love how the imagery portrays the power "differential".
2015-10-25