Thursday, October 23, 2014


That color of red
had never been seen before
her dress fluttering
drenching rain no wind
how could that be
from here to that over there
you could see his arms
chicken skin she wore a white
wrapping around her hair
where the two roads meet
gravel over where the temple
old bones dozed covered up
mad about that checking it out

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