sights of life
recede in smoke
as haggard horses
fight and choke
to catch their breath
amongst the fumes
of days that play
psychotic tunes
pull a teaspoon
from your hair
and start to
scoop the kind
of tiny dancing
clips of hope
that fight to
save your mind
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 8:04 AM UTC
sights of life
recede in smoke
as haggard horses
fight and choke
to catch their breath
amongst the fumes
of days that play
psychotic tunes
pull a teaspoon
from your hair
and start to
scoop the kind
of tiny dancing
clips of hope
that fight to
save your mind
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