Concrete ground Cracks and shifts Like the plates Of the world That quake and make The interred whirl The frozen Breakage Invisible ice Invulerable twice Can knock you down Without a fight Morning sun melts Snow in the boughs To drip like broken Taps made by icicles They make slack and Dissatisfact with The heatContinue reading “Black Ice Brush”
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That’s Just How I Look
That’s Just How I Look Generally displaced
Consume Reality! 