By All Means Necessary
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Winter Revolution
Winter
Flapped
Its wings
Snow
Flaked
Dreams
Let me
Hold you tight
Before you
Fly away.
But
Who can
Erase these
Bloody stains?
When
Summer comes
Go to the city
And tell them
I had the
Stench of
Revolution
In my blood
And the putrefied
Flesh.
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