A Thin White Line
Line of white
heated
bullet tear-drop thing
Carrying so many people
Ark
A joke
about chemtrails
Who
is going today
and where
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07 February 2017
11 October 2016
Poem-A-Day #225 : What Will I Do
What Will I Do
only to watch it die
in my hands - the daisy - obviously
the greenness of the grass
it was too much honestly - burned - it was blazing
the daisy - obviously
it burned in my hands
curled petals went white then not
it was just not for me - only for the soil
not for these too clean hands
only to watch it die
in my hands - the daisy - obviously
the greenness of the grass
it was too much honestly - burned - it was blazing
the daisy - obviously
it burned in my hands
curled petals went white then not
it was just not for me - only for the soil
not for these too clean hands
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