Pardon My Darkness
Category: /General/You always said, violence
was in you. Everything was dying
There was a tacit understanding―
a lasso. The baked silence
always stares at you.
I have no praise,
no condemnation for anyone.
Inevitably you suck the moon,
A poem falls on the ground
to breathe again.
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