It was not dark 
in a killing field. 
A primitivism has prevailed 
upon an intimate hate crime 
for brand mnemonics. 
A bronzed moon 
will come out tonight. 
The glances were missing 
and you - 
cannot see properly. 
The blue bird 
was nesting in a pink cloud, 
when you were -, 
less than half. Killed 
but not raped. 
Who rattles the montage? 
Let the etiolation speak. 
Blood was scarped off, 
but the ornamental stealing 
goes on.
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- Published: November 7th, 2015 23:23
- Category: Nature
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