Money Boats

A hardened mind,
the bonus of wars,
never reached me.

The singing screams
of my songs
repeat me.

I curl my hands
like a swans neck
to greet you.

Take the mast
in your purse,
to eat you.

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Author: leeethomas

Visual Artist, musician and writer from Australia. Interested in Love and the Mind.

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