More fool me. You named the
earth a green planet, the sky
often ten shades of punk. You
told the Angels to leave your
scorecard at the door.
The Angel of abuse to the
Angel of love.
Much of desire is so short
an afternoon.
The bulls are running and they
Look to you to have
The answers
Caroline Shank
9.16.23
Sep 16, 2023
Sep 16, 2023 at 8:32 PM UTC
More fool me. You named the
earth a green planet, the sky
often ten shades of punk. You
told the Angels to leave your
scorecard at the door.
The Angel of abuse to the
Angel of love.
Much of desire is so short
an afternoon.
The bulls are running and they
Look to you to have
The answers
Caroline Shank
9.16.23
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