Case file
Cold crime
Thin page
Black time
Dust lifts
Your trace
Soft breath
Hard space
Clue cuts
Your mark
Bright ache
Deep dark
Motive
Your pull
Heart twist
Skull full
Evidence
Your ghost
Close heat
Far most
Final line
Your love
Is the code
I decode
But never close
A locked rose
A night oath
A truth that grows
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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This short few word lines creates a beat that drives the poem onward and takes the reader to the end in a rhythm well constructed. Nicely done Anthony
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