Grave moonlight comes from dawns
And dewdrops on a car parked in the spot nearest the hospital
A funeral held by candlelight
Feasting by salad bought
From the cheapest place in town.
Pristine waters
Cleanse and sin
The baptized
Not knowing what life they were born in.
Wins lost on drunken acclaim
And victories achieved by bringing others down
Dreams lost
To the calculating fingers
Of night.
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Random Stuff I've Written For the Fun of It
RandomHi all! This will be a random collection of poetry, short stories, writing exercises, tips, and whatever else pops into my head!
