Pallor is a postbellum relicA Poem by Wolf
Pallor is a postbellum relic or desert gashes.
Too long; lycosidae bunk in thick lashes. Keep me shut up as a gluttonous artifact. Garbed in shawls like drywall derelict. Idolatry discolors. The nails now nubs. Amnesia to the future, who I ever was will sleep until she can swim in her hair. Ephemeral rest shipping mass to anywhere. A meditation unconcerned and incapable of being perturbed. Readiness made inescapable. © 2012 Wolf |
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Added on April 16, 2012 Last Updated on April 16, 2012 AuthorWolfmiddle of nowhere, MIAboutMy name is Laura and about me boxes make me feel claustrophobic. more..Writing
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