A Rotting Poem Poem by soren Barrett

A Rotting Poem

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You can not see, you do not hear
what you know is unclear
Your heart in your tongue
leaks through short circuits sprung

Images in a broken mirror
shiny pictures on a rusted tear
echoes of painted shards
fall as hail on neighbor's yards

Picked as harvested cotton
woven tapestries forgotten
water marks in an empty tank
another memory of a poem that sank

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