Whince


Real life, real breath, real blood
Leaves screaming in a faceless sun
Hearts beating in hot, dry riverbeds
Tears melting into a plastic dream . . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-04-28 at 12:56

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