Pig Skin – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

Poorly liked, kept behind, weeded out, a joke, no doubt, the darkest days, the loudest shout, impressions given, my criticism towards myself, sea breeze blowing, a gently breath coming, silence my becoming, tomorrow we see the fortunes as the war of many, becomes the kingdom of one…

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