Waiting For Winter In Spring – Unhinged Poem

Pretty pictures without a frame,

looking down upon where they came,

a mirror unmoving,

a moment no longer,

capturing the flag and making it stronger,

forget me not,

forget me will,

devilish transformations of a tomorrow we have not,

a Persian Princess,

in love with an Arabian King,

diamonds on her fingers,

semen in her cunt,

salty semantics,

rudimentary equations twisted and lost,

the falcon,

the bird man,

fly away to the sky,

fly away and escape,

for wings we have not…

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