A cool sombre night
blueblacks that yonder
winds that sing
romeo&juliet with guns and cars
to thy pilgrams like palms that meet
I say to thee
'my legs are killing me'
to think that green would leave
to leave without a thought
within that moment
regrets that await
before the ditsy joy that diminishes
crops of two days
destroyed by locusts of indulgence
oh momo, momo,
where art thou momo.
so i shall sing a song to thee
for I am here
about to fall asleep.
XXOO.
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