PraetorA Poem by Scott Troy
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Tongue held and pride silent A derelict revolver Whiskey the lubricant Life the contrary glue Silent bedroom Filled with a voice No Voices All past tense Swords named why Thrusts named "didnt you" A marvel of tongues Each dodging the sharpest teeth © 2018 Scott Troy |
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Added on August 8, 2018 Last Updated on August 8, 2018 Author
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