A Cold Afternoon
Poetry Can Make The World Dark As The Night Or Bright As The Light
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The Days are dark
And filled with rain
Our minds are going
Down the drain
No more love
To give but hearts to break
I hail the prostitutes that
Linger, waiting for their dirty steak
Half lit cigarettes and rosy cheeks
Come forth
An hour of you is not sour
Devour my thoughts
Or you will die,
Forget to dream, love and
just cry…
