AlleysA Poem by TyCurrent affairs
It doesn't get as cold in Late December.
Climate change in alleys choking critics. Was this something I forgot to mention? Apply pressure, Increase the tension. I digress. February reigns as your new winter. No coke off Vogues or benders. Truly. I'm not bitter, just chose to center. Brewed a stew of garlic, cloves and vengeance. Cloud or smoke, It's hard to place the difference. Some off, awkward taste of remnants. Couldn't describe the texture, Verdict's pending. Was this something I forgot to mention? A crimp of wire dimly lit my simple fire. Black and white print of a flickering lightbulb's filament. If they go low, then we go higher. The old pace expired. A little tired of the back pedaling and soft-toned rhetoric. Couldn't describe the slow-motion tyrant. A bloke or pirate, Anyone who'd stoke the flames and poke at silence.
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