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By Darnum Barnum6 years ago in Poets
I will not listen to this siren song. Endless wails of beckoning— And pleading “Just, get on with it” It seems to say— Day in, night out—
I believe it was that— that cold night in December, that flashed and burned Us. That set off a canon of venomous smoke,
A dark indigo vignette encompasses a light that is drawn towards the center of your average 4 x 7. Full retinal exposure
I don't understand it either, How noises of subtle nuances Like to bloom randomly, from the corners of my mind. All the other beautiful noises