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ShadowsofLight777 — If it would all just desist...
Published: 2021-08-13 21:10:28 +0000 UTC; Views: 707; Favourites: 6; Downloads: 0
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Description
The grit stuck to one's cheek
when the world still had textured
touch
over us was singing cerulean
holding ceremony and services
like Sunday mornings in God's eyes
roadsides where more grew
and the hardened gray didn't squeal
in monotone
I bite my tongue each morning
'til it's misshapen as my mind
there's blood pooling in my coffee
and
I would find more freedom in blindness
