spiralled into late goodnight floating
spiralled into late goodnight floatingreckoned by few to be of substance
I – the one to face your emptiness –
reel my tenderness by the small lake
where it all started
steamed into the late-night good bye
I load my last gun with I will not
daring the ransacked to be vain
we will not survive
we will not survive
(March 5 2018)
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2018-03-09 at 11:54
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