qwertymonk's Post

give me dust
words that find
inconvenient
purchase in cracks
of lies

Give me slapping
eyes that jar
awake the sleepers
wrapped in
warm deceptions

Give me boulder
feet, heavy as
truth, to anchor
me down in
your winds of
wrath.
By: via qwertymonk

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