seamstress of night

seamstress of night
bowler of day
it is only I calling

warped into stone
I see no reason
not to bleed

worship is bad blood
running with the sea
only a salty endeavor

whiled wired and tuned
scoffed told and ruled
relentless I guess



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2016-10-14 at 12:08

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