Thursday, January 16, 2014

Ghost Of Squiggly Line Comments

Rating: 4.5

A wussy night for a moment, a scar unhinges walls of heaven
a bullet to torment, this fine rib of an endless romance
from above a christmas snow turns bloody, in my shadow she lays in snow
never did I know, that you were wrapped around the edge of the unknown
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Stephen Chledowski 16 January 2014

Very very good poem. I liked it alot.

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