my eyelashes clogged with tears
how many seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years
I’ve been trying to figure this all out
leaving my earthly grounds and now floating with the spirits, blowout
no chance of resurrection, my odds are stake out in the wrong gears
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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Comments (1)
Sour and sweet...a rather sad ballad. And I have to remember to ask people to support me...! Great job! ;)