Poezie
Mass
Bloody Roots
1 min lectură·
Mediu
that big black bird
spells the curse
smiles sharp by wings and teeth
pretends it\'s a blessing
I need to get out of here, Ma
don\'t go yet the time is young
maybe we could both escape
later with no one to notice
we let the bribe at the front door
unsealing
I get no more letters from God
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