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Synesthesia

Ellen Ore Fagin 

so fresh,

failed for a favour 

no treats

 

tricks, the streets, the heat

what caused the cries that cut your throat?

made tale of poplar tree emote

without a note

worth weight 

of the crime 

Anslinger: slime!

shadow on her, lady day

i laugh, her spit slides down his face

  • Author: music, waves (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 13th, 2017 00:20
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 29
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