Friday, March 26, 2021

Torn and Sworn

Empty fighter below sanctitude
Blessed Father in sheets of saints
Dawn sends
Freedom listens
Sailors cry
Praying verses
Distant stars search forever
Tiny towns
Loud portraits
Ghosts expand preaching money
Frail Grail
Soldiers lay on swords pretending
Existence lies amongst the Moon

-Cory Tambourine
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