Best Dispensed Poems

stumbling earthquake
inside hands that grab
& take; merciless,
the break, the crack
of the back bent
low. the irony, to grow-
innocence is melting
snow.
(no)
is dead, the beast
devours the feast,
& lies breathlessly
fed.
time is stumbled thru,
a mess, confused, without
a clue. trust is
a test i continue to
fail- my sense is
a mystery, lost in
the...

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