Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

I wept

20 March 2014

 

 

monster’s hungry,

three days,

asleep,

like Lazarus,

it stinks, but

I have no hope of

resurrection to

feed it.

 

I wept.

 

 

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20 March, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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