Drip
Dropping
Tick
Tocking
Time bleeds
From the sky
A beautiful grey
A half-closed eye
Rain filled fountains
Spill over our shoes
The Moon is a plum
A tender soft bruise
There are little killing words
Hanging on a string
Stiff and starched
They cut and they cling
To the skins of liars
And the skins of thieves
Pretty petty burglars
With pocketed sleeves
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 7:00 PM UTC
Drip
Dropping
Tick
Tocking
Time bleeds
From the sky
A beautiful grey
A half-closed eye
Rain filled fountains
Spill over our shoes
The Moon is a plum
A tender soft bruise
There are little killing words
Hanging on a string
Stiff and starched
They cut and they cling
To the skins of liars
And the skins of thieves
Pretty petty burglars
With pocketed sleeves
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