december resembles your face in summer, cold like the road through southwestern blizzards

in poetry •  7 years ago  (edited)

laying plain,

in the grass and sin

always a wandering guilt, kicking, spinning

managing the wild craft of atoms 

this life, a lonely bite of death

these stars, a slumber of breath

~Olvr 

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