Saturday, July 30, 2016

butchered vines

foolish he was
he let her follow
didn't let her go
their innocence
and blemishes
were cutthroat.

dreams collapse
lightweight
breaks
things are made
to be waste
they are meant
many deaths
daily breaths serve
cheap cigarettes
bright nights
turn into afternoons
typos
last night's
last light.

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