Poem -
The table..set.
Into the lost of mindÂ
but the Soul took a stand
where the crows dances in black to every morning call
counting time for the plucking of heads a clotting to another day
eyes bulging like a taste of whiteÂ
dust dusting itself in mouths of Goss and Intent in a smile
while you some how believe life forever lives as you
nonsense roaming chatter upon the lips
yet hope stills lives for the keeping in its sanityÂ
as a day in many we all so need
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