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Between Three Sheets
We're better off in hiding.
Three sheets of lightning tucked away
In linen closets
Of what we had to say.
Bursts of light
Blanketed over the night
Perfectly timed
To render discerning eyes
Delightfully blind.
Clamp the vision of yesterday
In a tight grip
And let it drip
Through knuckled fists
Alone...
He's all wrapped up
In resentment
Writing stories about
Your wickedness relentless..
Publishing
A dynasty of contrast
From scratch
So long as you last.
Three sheets of thunder
Folded up
And tucked under a bed.
Cacophonic booms loaded up
To be later unleashed
In scorn for what he bled...
