by Feb 29, 2020 431 views 5

I keep my prose... Poetry

I keep my prose... Poetry

i keep my prose
among candy wrappers
and broken bottles of wine

in the sour reality
of the evenings

in someone's house
where no one even cares to try

i keep it
between dirty depths
and in misty parts

in other words,
i keep it where 
only broken hearts
can find.

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