I Could Not Offer – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

He spoke in words not set in stone, his tone was mellow, his face skin and bone, for the sands of time had washed him clean, a nothingness unseen, dirty fingernails hid the tales, stolen from the ninth hand on the clock, aboard the sky devil did he swoon, down upon me, my boon, forever favored, cursed…

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