lick fast the soft wounds
nails pounded by false god and his basket of non-believers
pain stricken
blood flaked from dry skin while heart mends its broken left ventricle
tweeting with accurate hash tags
and pin point precision a compelling story
unfolding events
it is the fast gone age of soon to be relics
compiled and brought to the attention of children’s soon pregnant children
but here the thumping and pulse driven sound of a once heaving chest would encourage the soon sleeping dog to finally lie by the snap and crackle of flames long tongue and there in the warm glow we find the update of status which so many lost friends will like to perpetuate our own myth and become the atlas to our world of self.
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