Mar 2016
In the sepia evening,
the day crumbles away,
trickles to night,
my hands are blue,
trousers torn,
ripped and worn ,
a black rainbow,
venturesome overhead,
brilliant in its lunacy.
-Jamie F. Nugent
the day crumbles away,
trickles to night,
my hands are blue,
trousers torn,
ripped and worn ,
a black rainbow,
venturesome overhead,
brilliant in its lunacy.
-Jamie F. Nugent
(M/Ireland)
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