From the imagination of deadly horoscopes

The
winter clouds
utterly hide
the sun

while
my skin has
dried from
the imagination

of
deadly horoscopes
and the iris of your
strange eye

is
like a white
lie that cannot
be taken back.

 

2016

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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