Hope Prevails
Hidden messages.
Subliminal.
Yet glaringly obvious to the keen observer.
I wouldn't have relations with someone incompetent.
So it shouldn't come to great surprise that I am seen through.
The intentions of youth obvious.
Yet Hope prevails.
The irony of the hidden message hidden in dab and shot soaked memory's.
Soon to be corroded from the flow of recollection.
A late nights morning.
Kissing the dry mouth of the dreary after a hard days night.
Copyright © Luke Acton | Year Posted 2015
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