Vincent

A Poem by BenKeane

Vincent

The skeleton smokes

in the bar.

His long coat flutters

as he turns.

Pockets of shadow

colour my view.

His cigarette speaks

where his throat

would creak.

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I love your style. The words have a beautiful flow.

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Added on May 3, 2014
Last Updated on May 3, 2014

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