In My Blood
This paralyzed poetry
Beneath a comatose moon
Shocked by infidelity–
Emotions–the creeping doom
Yards of junk in dying hearts
No room to remember us
Before this.
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Mmm…comatose moon and creeping doom, yards of junk in dying hearts…wow! Terrific sounds and images.
No room to remember us
Before this.
That’s like the final word!