Night Is Another CountryA Poem by demon_days
elucidate the brim of inner fracture --
in surface-sleep, particle-weary, tilt (thought-soaked jets of breath, re-captured) alarm’s pitched keep whirl-wraps your nature into the days that seed and slit © 2014 demon_days |
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Added on November 27, 2014 Last Updated on November 27, 2014 |