how i lit a match
watched the smoke
do one turn
then leave.
how the porcelain owl
has vacant eyes
watching waiting never moving
and the street
gutters stink like piss.
even you disappoint
Sending poetry to the world
Sending poetry to the world
how i lit a match
watched the smoke
do one turn
then leave.
how the porcelain owl
has vacant eyes
watching waiting never moving
and the street
gutters stink like piss.
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