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Word Vomit

  • Writer: L. Adams
    L. Adams
  • Nov 15, 2019
  • 1 min read

late at night, the words spill out in fragments and tiny pieces. this is what came to me,


Untold


ash of smoke veil of gold

lift me up sight retold

greening fields+storm of blue

cry of bird+eagle slew

perish still+stay inside

black as dark light in sight

touch me not though flower grow

iridescent glassy show

laughter love+asian free

still we grow+ocean see

grizzly bear in cave entombed

wings outstretched babe in womb

drip blood red+blanket still

turquoise sky+verdant rill

ash of smoke veil of gold

lift me up sight untold.


lp 2019


honestly, i don’t have a meaning for it, but if you do, i’d be glad to hear it:) i hope you have a wonderful friday.

 
 
 

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