I am inhibited by
a disgust...perhaps.
See, she's a real sky
I hate to see her cry
The gray in her blue -
a storm in you.
All wrong.
Semantics, exposition
in constraints.
I am bruised in
bloodied mudcaked
galluses - the night before
the night before last
last night
entry dated - 5/12/15
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