The Show
Like Autumn
is—to—trees—I am
things fall
a p a r t
with precision
and I am unremorseful
and she is left
disconnected from reality
and I wear my sins
proudly to the next act
show after show.
Copyright © Augusto Munoz | Year Posted 2014
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