The rain cries sleeping in your eyes
Slowly seeping through the skin
Like Time repeating alibis
Like onions peeled very thin

A castle's crumpled paper cup tower
A stilts in rumpled like those in power
Blank marbles ticking down the stair
The head is selling all your hair

Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-12-07 at 11:36

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