Warm saline, like shutter blinds;
Peering from behind.
Dial tone times, three cities away.
I'll have lunch at noon
A feast? A beast?
Faux renegade, with lemonade.
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Definition.
I couldn't remember what the term was,
Saline veils, blinds and binds.
A bird,
Canary yellow with a symphony of strings;
It doesn't sing anymore.
Hooded menace creeps,
Down busy streets
And alleyways and keeps;
Harpooned white,
and ebbing, flowing, weeps.
Assimilate.
Congregate.
Wolves, thieves and sheep.
I stayed awake all night,
With warm saline,
Like shutter blinds.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 9:48 PM UTC
Warm saline, like shutter blinds;
Peering from behind.
Dial tone times, three cities away.
I'll have lunch at noon
A feast? A beast?
Faux renegade, with lemonade.
Search engine results for;
Definition.
I couldn't remember what the term was,
Saline veils, blinds and binds.
A bird,
Canary yellow with a symphony of strings;
It doesn't sing anymore.
Hooded menace creeps,
Down busy streets
And alleyways and keeps;
Harpooned white,
and ebbing, flowing, weeps.
Assimilate.
Congregate.
Wolves, thieves and sheep.
I stayed awake all night,
With warm saline,
Like shutter blinds.
I didn't write this alone
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