The real By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
The real:
Knock on the door, stain of blood,
Air silence before the flood,
Sex appeal,
Together
Draft the music of the day.
October then flirts with May,
The feather
Falls on me.
I smile it away, by scar
Reminded to the coal tar.
Am I free?
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