Men of painted mustaches
Say nothing but mean everything
Smoke filled halls smother more holes in coats than coats cover skin
How much sorrow can you force to drip from the side of a glass
The nihilist and lover lie behind broken hazes
Most nights here last forever
Not even the sun or blue neon signs will find us
Why is this poison so sweet ?
Why is there no end to this unraveling .
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J M (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
we dance, to survive
noting
all the feathers, we shed
that get trodden, on
whilst
we tiptoe, so as not to step
on anyone's, shadow...
(wonderful poetry
thanks for choosing to share
and inspiring my own little scribbled reply)
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