stretched like a dying moon
stretched like a dying moonacross day melt down horizon
I see no reason not to sneer
at small people see no navel
wrapped like a ghetto street
'round the aspire and the rest
I lose my breath beat no more
strong is my resolve frail
sing family sing history and it
the fall you expected and paid for
the shortness of moving closer
a kind of diving a trust a bated breath
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-11-06 at 16:14
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