He’d Been A Pretender
strange months
of old town blues
the awful romance
of it all worn clean
on the curl of his lip
he’d been a pretender
pretentious
contentious
fabricated
strange months
in the wilderness
the firm resistance
of it all worn blunt
in his empty gaze
he’d been a pretender
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So many pretenders.
That is all.
Happy Saturday!
In propinquity,
Nic
That is all.
Happy Saturday!
In propinquity,
Nic
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