if i, were you
-
if i were you not;
the moon is thinner
than fine, white hair is
passion playing, over
pale stricken, a song
thing simply confusion
on the laps shifting tercets;
poems revolving in between
you were I not;
the moon is the orb
on my thistle church,
forgetful like fish
white lips --
red vinegar
wine; rum running
on a sun shiny
thread -- if
i were not you
i am trapped in.
your air and
the sour seasons
of good-days,
in-between byes.
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Come on guys, do a prac crit!