There was a phantom residing in
the red wake of our afterglow.
As it was above, it was
just the damn same below.
A blood opera
manifesto.
Calypso.
Merlot.
Crow.
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Kale Sinclair
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Comments (5)
the verses reminded me of a movie i've loved watching called as above so below, literally loved the poem
You are a super poet!
Have the top story now
'A blood opera' Such a surreal description. Loved it!
I am still considering your last four lines... Just perfect!