Sunday, 26 June 2016


Blindfolded for your use
Actions hurt no excuse
Wild horses
Empty purses

Dragging shells
Tainted wells
Rainbows shine
Where life expels

Words drown out survival
No revival
Drenched in cold sweats
Pushing the roulette

Fogged up air
Silence of a single tear
Brushed off
Printed stains
Nothing remains   

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