whiteA Poem by K. Louis
even the white lighter
denies me. your filters destroyed by alcohol. the white butterfly like a friend once said meant luck. why should i hide? purpose is a fraud/ as thoughts. a slash for division division by country division by race division by blood divide these words into fields of white butterflies.
© 2017 K. Louis |
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