FOUR broken nights i am your fool
For broken Cupid knees suffering
{ b r o k e n. Behind my friend fear }
the devil in the forest bathing
as the doe licking dew
and politicians at the end of a rope
AND religion too
are about four broken nights
having bled their swollen days like pigs
Committing to breakfast bacon
And hens by eggs only
so-so!
:: 07-14-2018 ::
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