of cruel winter hinted
by diabolical agents
trying to incorporate
miserable
lives stitched in
like your mouth stitched shut
with metal staple shards
if you ask for me
you can ask for glorious
who saw me wander alone
who knew when i was hungry
i didn't have to learn
no damned eubonics
to write out my blues
with a tangerine sun
sinking
into the far horizon
PMPope 2020
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