Fruit of the Future
I have to cut you loose
from the friendship tree
that is
your mind is to heavy
for my thinning branches
my circle continues to shrink
it's tiresome swatting lies..
those poisonous flies of life
beneath my dying branches
the dying fruit of life
bring on the blooms of the future...
so desperate for a fresh bite
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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