blue tone tongueA Poem by Marshallmangled jangled in the space of race he looked purple shadowed with wide eyes and wonder unafraid of escape he still stayed locked in a love affair need and greed lust and bust time ticked painlessly wrinkles grew rich obscurity haven until at last a resurrection. Now he creates art and happiness riding into the sunset of verses where sense and nonsense merge in a mystical aura. © . All rights reserved, 5 days ago© 2014 Marshall |
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