Materialistic Sorrow
Materialistic Sorrow
It’s not
a gun
Or
the funny rope
The crooked cross
On the pale tomb
Or leaf
of the wreath
Dog puking blood
And seeing
two moons
On a single perception
It’s all
a materialistic sorrow
And –
That’s what –
- I’m not
- talking about.
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