The 30th

is all over
the land, all

over the lonely
shadows of the
lonely truth.

very reason
why I left a

tragic room,
skies without
the moon,

a beast
of the good,
all hands

cannot salute
but I desire
anything but you.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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