Friday, February 24, 2017

Find me there
after death
buried
left
carried away
to be tossed

Read me never
unless discovered
for nothing
about days
nights
spent sporadic
noted in these hymns

Piled poorly
over decaying
left digital
praying

This journal
main memoir
waiting
for translations best attempt at unraveled unrest
my voices words transposed
used
cursed

Breathe its heavy leave
Search its blossomed text
Speak springs seasoned jest


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