Summer creeps
like a thief
through my rooms,
just over my shoulder.
The next hero
could be you.
Grab your shit
from the ashtray
on your way out.
Defunct blazes frequent here.
Red realms of regulation.
I've a blackboard
in the back.
Pretty pornography
knocks on the wall.
I frequent this dive
like a thief.
And there's good news
in oblivion
when all color peels black.
Horrid immense diminish me.
Free me.
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Author:
lux lucis (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: June 6th, 2026 00:30
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 1
- In collections: Bloodsaga, Solitary Of The Elixir.
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