FAWN CAUGHT UPON A BARB WIRED FENCE

circus ride  — throwing up
moon hangs my heart
so low I’m lost, I’m good
beauty looks fine like tender
fingers across falling tears
I know just a dove like white
lies flying in blue skies
and soul you bad for me
makes the world turn upside down
I’m lost I’m good beauty
seems so perfect until you
live within my skin
we walk a path in life
step steeping stones my foot
broke upon your words
so empty i fell into your
void so now looking for a ledge
to climb out of;
circus ride throwing up
sun high, clouds low
mist obscure my tears

fawn upon a barb wired fence

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