Faulty Dreams At My Feet

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There I stand along your shorn mane. Each strand a symbol of destitution sauntered feed left behind. Purple rain cried a bountiful plain divisible by half eaten fish. For the desert moon laid down faulty dreams at my feet as remedial to singe fleshy tombs in dancing brigade. I encumber your song bleeding for tidings. However, delight in sanguine eyes share scornful days adrift among feasible stockade. Beings so filled in lavorous song, fill emptiness surrounding fallout hoeds brought forth to you. For I'm blinded by salty tears. A fire fuels loathsome abode. For it carries with its creed a new light infringing upon seething tounges. © Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2024