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Lustful Regret

January 9, 2017

The dark unethical night began with a bang.

It scoundrel-ed and snorted.

The immediacy of the crimes lead to spilled blood,

and the earnest wept dying.

Tiles, walls and pick up trucks laid in ruin.

Fires blazed with rubber smoke, but

the night ended abruptly and the day wore on.

Traumatized by the night’s events.

Nothing will be the same,

but nothing was different.

Pregnant pauses and a vacant stare.

We are engulfed in the feelings and emotion of an orgy.

Lustful regret.

Tired and pale, we continue to work.

We continue to thrive.

In spite for the night that God died.

From → Poems

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