Puddle Of Intent – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

A cloud was left unseen, when the screen displayed nothing more or less, open the doorway, close the wicked ways of desperate days, contempt me in the temptation, older than the sun, hallowed in the yesterday, I opened the forgiveness tree and found it bare, we saw the end while we were there, it wasn’t anything special, it wasn’t anything at all…

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