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by Johnny Crimson

The silver sun
united their crimes
as the salt stains liquified
just beyond the entry wounds.

Filtered lust lakes
leave pond scum sediment
on our plates as the afternoon
now feels disgusting.

This dream that initiated
on such a public forum
had come true and yet not.
We were'nt supposed to feel by the end.

11/15/2013

Posted on 11/15/2013
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Steve Michaels on 12/06/13 at 04:46 AM

"Filtered lust lakes leave pond scum sediment on our plates as the afternoon now feels disgusting.' Oh how I know this feeling. Well rendered!

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