Tag: buckle
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Class (Poetry)
Happiness Undressing in the back seat Slip a strap and heart attack StonedWhere it all began Replaced with semantics of class Sleep The death recovered The body buried in a dream Found Within a violent sunrise The ancient rite, silent ritual When you ink the pages of your life -KMO
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Weight (Poetry)
Take it down, drown it Build a clan, add a planet leave your maybes beneath Uriel’s feet Yes, this house was empty Used, exhumed like a 1960’s horror No, there was nothing in my way Now my legs are buckled but I love the weight -K.M.O