the sixth round

my eyes burned sweat interfering with my ideal view, right before a left hook following an uppercut to the jaw have you heard the buzz making honey & sweet music to your ears The fight isn't over; it's just begun

under moonlight

while standing in the corner one arm draped over the back of a chair or sprawled across the midnight sky even the sun sleeps when grass finds a way out hustling inbetween baited breaths while formulating new hypothesis even the sun sleeps wherever books are sold the ones you read off the page scrawled down... Continue Reading →

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