I met a man from Winter Haven;
He showed me all my devils inside.
I answered: "I do not need saving."
He shrugged and rolled on his side.
And when I woke up, he was gone.
The fiery chasm, choking up the corpes's ashes in my head. Don't steer me wrong.
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Odd place, this iteration. Seems to be a communal blogspot or kind of group session with pictures. I will try to contribute. Peace
That's what we are. You got it.
i love poetry that brings images into my head.
and my head is full of images rt now.
that's my planet you have on display and i want it back!!
mars and me. aries through and through.
x
stunning last line. can't get it out of my head. I can feel the ashes.
inky is right of course. it is a stunning last line but then the whole thing has that effect on me. so ...grim? no. stark? yes, stark. bleak and brutal almost but honest.
I live in words and images. Thanks, you guys.
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