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Scar tissue Calligraphy

Counting crows crackle to be free The cauterized blessing you sold to me Hangs by the door nail in tombstone majesty What did we say When blackholes stripped breath away Are the promises murdered in flight Sharpening again in poise of night Electronic souls dash and torn The emblem of false exchange is born When you gave what we agreed Something missing in hearts seeking relief Now the misused caliber rocks and treads Calligraphy on the wall, stories we feed When rumination pursues without ease Or tear from history when we please

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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