Beaten croaks,
Wobbly runs,
Knees drop for all sacred,
This new love
Gospel, it is
Crying with his curse
Scarred knuckles
Crossed one hell of a barrier
Feet dribbling, this life is
no new love
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My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
