by Mr. Grayskull
the thick and deep silence
slowly turns pale blue
and mornlight is
reflected on
city buildings and
window-like curious eyes
and also the gulls bring
this new morning
mirrored under their wide wings
I had a poem to say just before swallowing my own tongue it slithered down my throat and nested in the left lung now a snake sleeps there h...
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