breathe the railings...
Force the failing,
make them start mailing…
Spin around sailing-
land on a railing,
dig deep into a gale of peace,
be scared to hate on police,
rank and file and rotate the beast,
run around town and stare at things-
make jewelry and appreciate a kiss,
hail in giant leaps,
and possess this.
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2013
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