A casual thing so slight and airy
Splintered hearts ground to fine powder.
Hard leather heel ,headless on the pivot.
Next casualty in the reticle
grist for the mill
cordite in the breeze.
Shadows on the wall
rendered by the blast.
A casual thing so like a fairytale
Wintered in the north , now the thawing out.
Cast with ease behind her, no crying if you please.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
A casual thing so slight and airy
Splintered hearts ground to fine powder.
Hard leather heel ,headless on the pivot.
Next casualty in the reticle
grist for the mill
cordite in the breeze.
Shadows on the wall
rendered by the blast.
A casual thing so like a fairytale
Wintered in the north , now the thawing out.
Cast with ease behind her, no crying if you please.
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