grayblue
found light in the water, glimmering underneath, between the sand and my left eye, washing away the ripples, filling the calm sea with blood, and a smille...next to my eye, dark spots.. wasted space.. filled with happy thoughts, dancing hatred bringing back the gray... relaxing me.. easing back the skin.
allmost but never, waiting internally, hemorrhaging facelessness....in sight of nothing.... humoring only ones desire to distort god and the sin of the skin.
Poetry by bob sherry
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Written on 2011-04-09 at 14:09
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