Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Drunk with Emily Valentine

A white feather on the lawn
It might have been a dove
Throttled here and gone beyond
What’s left of love
Maybe a gun finally went off
Shattering the sky
But why did I have to find it
And why did it have to fly
I never heard a sound
When it pirouetted down
I was always laying in the ground
One foot in my prison-heaven
The other moving on

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