quaint quicky #3A Poem by Nobody.full fury. bare scene. fiery gold pierces green.
half-cured mind disease. sunlight through pine trees. new dreams through old mesh. re-fouled. refreshed. ingested. enjoyed. reborn. destroyed. post-coital sleep. hot dust on cold cheek. hope flutters the dark, fair-winged question marks. good day? good night? good bye? good God! © 2012 Nobody. |
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