Till Inside Is Empty - Rough Sketch E1 Poem by sean north

Till Inside Is Empty - Rough Sketch E1



lost this way
completely

eat me

cant cheat with these feat that are
out to defeat me

beat me

and the only thoughts left are the
ones to unseat me

except me

counts the cost of coins that get lost for
each stone tossed at a their me

indent me

till inside is empty
a plenty

Thursday, September 7, 2017
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