Idanceforme
Pyroette like burning smoke
from molten faces spring
but lost on beatings thought
My gapes and gaits
are for your critical
I care to touch a base
and soul is disgraced
where dogs snooped
and the Doctor was not grey
where billie lost
causes all would here
Lost in a second you weren't
there there
take a second
Get your breathhtaerb
as awe beckons me back into the black
where rhytmh is out of sorts
and rhyme
don't
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2021
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