Hemitose

With walls of moonlight closing in
On tinted windows tiger skin
Salamander streets collapse
Torn from twisted sheets of map
Where worlds retreat to Hemisphere
And words are neither here nor there
No longer now the time to be
Feel wheels are trading you for me



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2019-11-26 at 13:48

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