2020 #22

Dark cloud

Coming up

Thunder rattles

These

Dead bones

But the flesh,just won’t grow ….

——

Hear the voice of god

He’s smoking a cigarette.

Says there’s not much time left

My guardian angel

She says

Some things are too hot to touch

——

These days are numbered

I used to care

But

Feelings change

——

You can win

You can lose

But you can’t can’t change

What won’t bend and what won’t grow

I used to —-

Well ,

You know.

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