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no title.....thinking about the The Dark Days
Watching…he tossed the urn in the air;
Hearing… a bitch just like your mother.
Smiling…as I dreamt of him rotting in hell.
…….and I slept somewhat soundly.
Watching…he tossed the urn in the air;
Hearing… a bitch just like your mother.
Smiling…as I dreamt of him rotting in hell.
…….and I slept somewhat soundly.
Decayed Morally.
Behavior gradually slipping.
Succumbing ..
Like.me.as.I.watch.the.back.of.my.eyelids.
Awesome read!
^_^
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
Great poem!
But you're right, this one needs exactly the right title to frame it. A tight powerful title for a tight powerful poem. Great write!
woe poweful!!! sweet dreams!
woe poweful!!! sweet dreams!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."