the draw
five cards
three
maybe just the one
i don't flinch
empty cups
nothing new
laughter, empty
paths of green
ivy and oaks
sumac i hear
i listen
sparse in other woods
sparser than here
webs catching passerby
my eyes watch
in the distance i see the melting
heated
a wanderer's corpse floating
swim upstream the message declares
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
the draw
five cards
three
maybe just the one
i don't flinch
empty cups
nothing new
laughter, empty
paths of green
ivy and oaks
sumac i hear
i listen
sparse in other woods
sparser than here
webs catching passerby
my eyes watch
in the distance i see the melting
heated
a wanderer's corpse floating
swim upstream the message declares
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