Winter topples the 
sting 
of muddled tongue. 
The bottle 
breaks the stasis 
of eye. 
I cede the smile 
of history. 
Somebody has left the home. 
I become my enemy 
in dark 
for the acid taste of truth. 
The moon 
had the malignant stain. 
My shirt has become dirty. 
O god, 
I never believed in you 
nor in your ugly world!
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- Published: July 12th, 2015 22:54
- Category: Nature
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