dinoA Poem by dukovan
yellow tailed, in tailored light
tricking the pretense into sleep night watch, rusting bones rubbing often the enterprise, pictured high point, puzzled in sandy time my last piece the gate, the ribcage skimmed the passage made my way better be a loner tired of tracking heros the scarf, the noose lamenting your benefit running out now... feign by the fire for your sake better news, better stories Holy bones and my bread Thief in the night Dinosaur days
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Added on October 29, 2016 Last Updated on October 29, 2016 |