Saturday, February 10, 2018

A Short Poem Dedicated To The Personal Hell We Can All Descend To Comments

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On the shoulders of I lay a smoke cloud of dust
Weighing me down not in spite but because it must
In times of liberty or of work; billows brood incessant
No matter the time of day; sky of morning fire or night-lit crescent
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Julian Takali
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