bathing in pools of soft earth
there ain't no poem you can choose
to forgive birth, you re-live first
the anthems of our ruse.
we begin to lose... then win a cloud
of pensive and twice removed
puns.
the sun is an enfant.
and the moon is the other-
one.
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
bathing in pools of soft earth
there ain't no poem you can choose
to forgive birth, you re-live first
the anthems of our ruse.
we begin to lose... then win a cloud
of pensive and twice removed
puns.
the sun is an enfant.
and the moon is the other-
one.
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