heat
fog
pity
dread
those masks
don’t hide
your sin
very well
with every inch
of our blood
we crave for
the soft life
the street is bloated
with pus of greed
while fresh wounds seek
the hand of virtue
for the tired, in reparation
for the made, in rumination
for the hurting, in salubrity
for the fallen, in solidarity
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC
heat
fog
pity
dread
those masks
don’t hide
your sin
very well
with every inch
of our blood
we crave for
the soft life
the street is bloated
with pus of greed
while fresh wounds seek
the hand of virtue
for the tired, in reparation
for the made, in rumination
for the hurting, in salubrity
for the fallen, in solidarity
written in additive form progression: 1 word, 2 words, 3 words, etc.
for peace in solidarity
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