[ icelandish leaps ]A Poem by winter;lyra
icelandish leaps
memory missing, lack of belief peace dogs locked, wombs rocked descriptors of panic, the manic episode of a god who's of none but the condition these days i feel lost on a place i do not belong takes some time to leer at the puppeteer with dry sockets dead man is crumbling before his queen dead man is holding grip on to his queen how long till there's no more queen how long till there's but ash repetitive thoughts feel portugueseish the lease shortening calling muzzled names at stake there's only a diary and the respective ghosts © 2019 winter;lyra |
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Added on February 24, 2019 Last Updated on February 24, 2019 Author
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