the loss of
a
knight
before the coronation
spiked
challenge.
Barbs do not hold
desire not convincing enough
the eye of the bird which
speak
a
common run
fly
away
unknown.
Sit o
on a plane
easy
fly
no back.
A poem of disaster.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
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