dipped into rates of a doled
dipped into rates of a doledphosphorous fraud
serendipity sticks it to the ducks
endowing bleak afternoon fading
with specks of dark silver
flittering in the old way
there is a message here somewhere
night is a capsule of white dust
there is no hope of ever surviving
the human condition
there is no more
after the first death
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-02-05 at 22:25
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