Thing things

You use dirt to clean up
Sleep a dreamer
And kill the knight in the night

I can taste your lies
Pain and plunge your tries
Crunch your dries

You are bald like the moon
As lonely as midnight
Filled with mysteries

Breath ticks a thick
Your leap is a dip
Nuding a salute

O’count the sands
Quench the stars
And make the sun feel cold

Your blank is filled.
Trying to embrace water in the bed of my palms
I realised your reception is deception.


Photocredit: NanaGeorgeAbabio

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