and
be hated
be scorned
be adorned
in bleeding robes
be warned
for
Mercury was revolting on his approach
as if dying in the throes of lying
again
be warned
when
rubber bullet chemistries
make music in the air
a formulaic memory
of a time when being bold meant
being true
make me believe there is a reason to stay
in the wane of losing you.
1 comment:
that is why i decided to leave. good one john =)
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