Black Den

Premonitions Of War

Compositor: Premonitions of War

Sinking into a routine heaven
and scorching out the wires that have wound us up for years.
Scraping the sin away from the windows
and pushing the guilt up to the roof.
Dragging the dead weight into the street.

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