Poem

fergusanthonyx writing August 20, 2020November 12, 2020 1 Minute

Hanging from the railings of a derelict
paradise, a sleeping bag
in shades of blue, the pricetag swinging
like the ringer of a softly tolling bell.

Published August 20, 2020November 12, 2020

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