
SHOTGUN
Alive living conundrum false feeling morose on a Sunday blinking fading shadow theory crawl into waiting darkness the perfumed aroma tainted christening portrays altruistic casualties of all remaining tomorrows oiled blue-steel shepherds speaking twenty-five days under the gun suppositions of conflict assail my masterpiece, screams that I can no longer fear cannot succumb to the mindless monotonies coalescing begin the downfall of the small things that remind us of what is coming to pass no sermon but perhaps a warning a certainty, for when you take a deep breath and survey your surroundings buckshot realizations a shotgun roar reminding … Continue reading SHOTGUN
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