Rust On A Razor Poem by David Er

Rust On A Razor



This world is full of dark places and it's teeth sharp, like rust on a razor, like madness full of lust, where to it screams, where to it leads, where to it wants, into this bipolar storm, into this patho s setting sun.

Thursday, May 18, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: places,dark,lust,madness,sun
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