the bleeding horse, avenged
writings by john sweet, and then some.
Thursday, March 02, 2017
ruins
sat up all night in the dark
hoping to hear the sound of
small animals dying horribly
but nothing happened
fell asleep without
realizing it just after the
first grey blur of dawn
dreamt i had never lost you
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