Tuesday, 1 November 2016
Ruby
What brings me to this night,
lets me pray at previous tears,
to the walls this life,
when you can easily cry,
or dance before demons,
H block kids who wonder why,
regular as the five and dime,
lemon tart as their fears,
knives a sparkly birth right,
you see the creep of moon,
stars are white and clear,
before any whispered sigh,
the cool evening night,
bereft of drama or lonely pier,
comes when debt's put right,
see the road with inner sight,
we live or die in here,
the first one offers wine,
others circle near.
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