Friday, December 6, 2024

THERE WAS A FEELING OF SYMPATHY BETWEEN US

THERE WAS A FEELING OF SYMPATHY BETWEEN US

Winter again
drunk
to shed

ramble makes
deeds
sail well wash

action dies matted
of a
fist lens paint
swear foam
bursts the
goat

midnight dog
backs
up shaking years

radiation source
fingers
defence city loners

death crosses
mark network
down

trench statues
commingling with the
dead

hotel gate presidents
reserve shells
and trench statues

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