Poem: Winter.
Winter.
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Bony fingers dipping
In a Payne’s Gray palette
Seeping cloudy lemon
At the edge of crushed
And weeping grass
Dripping with liquid shit
.
.
By Jaksie on December 25th, 2009
Winter.
.
.
Bony fingers dipping
In a Payne’s Gray palette
Seeping cloudy lemon
At the edge of crushed
And weeping grass
Dripping with liquid shit
.
.