Saturday, 19 October 2013

Straight Edge

Straight Edge

 Sweet flesh to take puncture,
trenches parallel.
Crimson  infantry push forward
to fight a losing war.

Follow the tracks that run,
run with the tracks that follow.
Forgive it. Let dust grow
whilst you run, back turned.
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