Hunched over in this Bastille dwelling
cobbling out words stitching to a page
day after ----------------------------------
day after ------------------------
day after--------------
day ------
The last bottle of Bordeaux Rouge shatters
and pools on the ***** floor, frantically I
bow down and touch lips to dirt and wine
**** until my sore cheeks flush with blood
stumble back to the makers bench
carefully carve initials marking
days gone by and by days gone by
at night I lay my head upon the guillotine
hoping to wake drenched in red in a basket
this self revolution will some day pass
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
Hunched over in this Bastille dwelling
cobbling out words stitching to a page
day after ----------------------------------
day after ------------------------
day after--------------
day ------
The last bottle of Bordeaux Rouge shatters
and pools on the ***** floor, frantically I
bow down and touch lips to dirt and wine
**** until my sore cheeks flush with blood
stumble back to the makers bench
carefully carve initials marking
days gone by and by days gone by
at night I lay my head upon the guillotine
hoping to wake drenched in red in a basket
this self revolution will some day pass
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